I spent a good portion of the day attacking ivy, pulling weeds, shearing out of control tree branches, and raking copius amounts of foliage. It was hard work, and it reminded me that nature is a wild force to be reckoned with.
When God created man he told man to take care of the garden that was given to him. Since that time, humans have messed up a lot. So I think we isolate ourselves from nature as much as we can because we don't like to be reminded how little we actually are, how little control we have over things, and how often we take the gifts we're given by God and mess them up.
The people who lived here before me, and the people who lived here before them, all let this garden overgrow to the point of chaos. And today, as I was reading on the patio, I just felt this voice inside of me speak: take care of your garden. So I did.
I think we need to listen to that voice more. The reward of picking a fight with weeds and branches and winning that fight is substantial. It reconnects us back to how things used to be: a time when man took responsibility for the gift of the garden he was given.