I wanted to plant a lemon tree in my front yard. It's just a small patch of grass. On my drives home from work, I see yards with trees, surrounded by nice walls of bricks, like a well. I want that!
So I head to the hardware store on a Saturday. I see bricks! 72 cents each. Great, I'll take 100. Where's the cart?
I get the cart. I take it to the bricks. Stack the bricks on the cart. Stacking... stacking... whew, done! I go to the checkout.
"100 bricks," I say. The cashier rings me up. I'm parched, I grab a soda in the refrigerator so conveniently placed right next to the register. Now I trudge the cart to my car in the blazing sun - it's lunchtime.
I put the bricks in the car. I grab my soda, and it's already warm. Torture.
I drive home, and unload the bricks right where I'm going to use them. But I'm already too tired to plant the lemon tree. I'll do it tomorrow.
Next day, I dig the hole, plant the tree, form the bricks around it, pour in some gravel to supress weeds, and push a fertilizer stick in the ground. Then I water.
Next morning, as I head to my car for work, I look at the tree. All that labor, and that's it? I tiny tree surrounded by bricks, and I have aching muscles and yearn for more sleep. The agony!
I get home from work in the afternoon, and suddenly I see my neighbors, who never come outdoors unless the electricity goes out, and they are doing things in their yard. I grab the waterhose and as I begin to tend my yard, a neighbor comes to me and says, 'nice tree, who did you hire for that?'
I explain what I did, and they don't believe me. 'No way. You did that yourself? Wow.'
I'm new to gardening, and the labor is killing me. But to be acknowledged by my neighbors, is priceless!