Same here!
I am consistently amazed by other peoples' gardens (I come here to oooh and ahhh over y'all's work
) while I tend to focus on all the imperfections and work that needs to be done in my own gardens and feel pretty overwhelmed and discouraged most of the time.
Every once in a while though, like when I come home after a long, hard day and get halfway through a beer, I can briefly forget about its unrealized potential and see it all as a whole sum of its journey and its parts and then even my gardens get to be amazing for a minute or two...until I see something that needs pulling or fixing and then I'm back in the mire
Yet, at the same time, I get it--I do love and appreciate my creations like no one else can because it is my own special brand of weirdness that probably only appeals to me anyway
and all the treasures from various adventures tucked in here and there and everywhere, mean so much to me, whereas I'm sure it would be just more chaos or yet another rock or some obscure little half-dead plant to someone else...if I ever had visitors.