You would think that I would say a task well done is satisfying unto itself (well, you might think that if you've never read my blog). Or that results make me pleased. And yet, no. Not always, especially when it comes to the back-breaking work of spring clean in the yard and digging up the malicious blackberry suckers that sneak their way into the yard (and the brambles always seem to find the weak point in the garden gloves, no matter how thick the gloves are).
No, one of my favorite benefits of yardwork would be... my boots. Even I have to admit, I am a ridiculous person for buying Pucci rain boots (several years ago. So, they've, um, amortized? Or something.). But if I am out digging in the mud like the cheap labor I am, it's nice to be able to look at my toes (after I kick some of the mud off) and be happy about my pretty boots. And dry feet, because although it is not actively raining rightthissecond, everything here is sodden.