I also gaze fondly at every stage of growth. I think I got that from Dad - we had a division of labor. He drove several hours to and from work each day, and worked hard.
I dug the soil, managed the compost heap, mowed the lawn, watered and did the less-skilled weeding.
Mom did the actual 'gardening' - anything that involved skill.
Then when Dad got home, he would take his martini and stroll across the back yard, gazing upon the garden like the Lord of the Manor, and called it good.
Now I have my own garden, so I have to learn the middle part: anything involving skill or knowledge.
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But I seem to have inherited the "Lord of the Manor" fond gaze.