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I spent the day doing what I least like doing, housework, so to get my mood in a happier place, I went outside smelled some lilac, candy scented roses and cut some peonies to brighten up the kitchen.

I could weed all day long and do so happily, yet spending just seven hours cleaning makes me grumpy. I don’t know why. I often think while I am cleaning “what’s the point, it is only going to get dirty again” which can equally be said about weeding, however I never feel the same defeatist attitude when weeding. Maybe because plants, all plants are living things and weeding is something that helps the soil, the plants and the garden in general so it doesn’t seem so pointless. Scrubbing toilets doesn’t make me zen no matter how I try to spin it in my mind.