The past few non-rainy weekends, I have been doing landscaping and gardening for my mother and in my own yard. It's really nice to get my hands dirty and plant things! My neighbor gave me several hosta plants for free because she no longer wanted them in her yard, so I planted them in my own backyard. That took me two hours while the little peanut took his nap.
There's something good about doing all that work. It's good, honest work, and I feel like I accomplished something that day. Maybe I ought to look into landscaping as a "day job." Heck, fresh air, sunshine, birds singing, and green, growing things. Can't be all bad, right?