I do a surprising amount of homemaker things, despite not being a full-time homemaker. I bake, knit, cook and garden. Yet I refuse to can (or raise chickens).
My parents observed this about me on a recent visit. They said I was their "gardener" daughter. I was a bit taken aback. There are other differences between me and my siblings. Fortunately, gardener is a positive label, and not related to the fact that I'm their only child with offspring.
|Tomato plants in the front yard of my old house|
For some things (like the raspberry bushes), it's just a matter of weeding. Our back yard is a step away from returning to midwestern forests.
I took the observation from my parents as a compliment. I don't know that it's something I'll do for the rest of my life, but for now, it fits.