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Over the past few days I have been wrestling with the weeds in the back garden. I'd like to be able to say that it was a re-wilding thing but I'd be lying.

To paraphrase the well known saying (whomever it is actually attributed to) I don't like to garden but love having gardened.

I don't like the endless cycle of gardening but get some degree of satisfaction from accomplishing a particular task – like clearing weeds. I enjoy sitting in a neat and tidy garden but would prefer it if someone else got it that way.

Regardless, I have set myself the goal of spending at least 30 minutes a day out there, weather permitting, to get things sorted.

Pulling weeds, being fully present for the task, is meditative. Consequently, I have been out longer than expected each time I have donned my gloves.

Once the weeding is finished I need to cut the grass, refresh the planters, then empty and dismantle an old shed.

Then I'll be able to sit back and enjoy 'having gardened'. At least for a little while.