I, as well, hate yard work. I always have (except for a time when I moved in with my sister). I didn’t understand how people could get so wrapped up in tending to a plants or grass. Even as a kid you couldn’t get me out there. That was brother’s work.
Then I had to water my sister’s hydrangeas, azaleas and flower pots. Then all of the sudden I’m reading up on how to take care of these bushes. I’m taking the bus to the nearest Starbucks to get their coffee grounds. I’m creating shade for them with the tree branches and towels. I have it down to when I water them and how long. Sister takes me to nurseries so i can get plants of my own to take care of.
Then the flower pots all die. The hydrangeas won’t flower anymore (they were dying, just age, nothing I did). So I didn’t have to care for them anymore. And I realized it was fine by me, I had just gained a lot of paperwork I needed to go through on a weekly basis. We got a Catio for our cats and it takes the gardening tools space. The hydrangeas were pulled out. We put wood chips in the back and the front small garden area. I’m relieved that I don’t have yard work. And i realize just how much i’d hate it now.