Yet every year, no matter where I've lived, I've made the effort to continually improve the state of our outdoor space.
It wasn't all work though... there was a little "play" too on the last warm day of autumn.
My 2yo spontaneously changed from painting outside on paper to painting the landscaping rock instead. I started contemplating how I would explain the fact that once it rained, the watercolor would no longer be on his little masterpieces.
He solved the problem himself by thrusting his painted rocks into the brush water screaming "car wash!!" while developing a very complicated system of applying and then subsequently removing paint from rocks.
In hindsight I realize that's creativity in it's true form - a process, not an outcome. The only thing different about his rocks from the start of his project to the end was that they were wet.
He would pick a particular rock, painstakingly apply paint to it and then dip it in the rinse water swirl it around and undo his work.
He was like a monk who spends years on a Mandala and then burns it. Weird, yet captivating.