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A bit of manual labour - designing a bank (slope)
There is nothing degrading about gardening. General Lee, once defeated, was happy to retire in his country house and plant lettuce.
In fact, there is something noble about it. It's healthy -- you're guaranteed to burn calories -- and it requires a certain artistic talent which is not necessarily innate, that is a talent you can develop through excursions and appropriate readings.
You're a god in your own garden. A Creator. You not only design your garden, but you give life to plants, you rule over a world of bugs and you master nature, trying to find the right equilibrium.
A true gardener never uses industrial pesticides and chemical fertilizers. Every bad insect (or virus) has its natural predator. Every bad fungus its natural treatment. To find it, you have to 'listen' to Nature. You have to observe it and preserve its biodiversity.
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What's quality time? A good golf session? A nice regenerative nap? Your fat, envious, vulgar neighbour dying of heart attack in front of you?
Noooo. Quality time is spending the day with your family, observing the beauties of Mother Nature: I spent about an hour examining this mantis moving graciously in the kitchen garden, calling whoever happened to be in the neighbourhood to have a look at it too...
Now for a joke: It's about a driving priest who had a bit of a drink. A police officer orders him to pull over and stop the engine. The officer realises that the priest is not entirely himself and takes notice of a bottle lying at his feet. The officer: What's this? The Priest: A bottle of water. The officer, who smells its content: That's no water! It's wine! The priest: Christ! He's done it again!
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