The Hot House Conundrum

I love to garden, but as many would know, this statement only comes around like the blue moon.

But when it does occur, the feel of the soil, and the intent on laying each plant to the ground is high, but when it is done and they begin to grow, there is nothing more rewarding.

It is intriguing in how the mind works, and in saying so, how one day I can love to and perhaps even become giddy over gardening, yet on other days, the aforementioned feeling is nowhere to be found in my bones.

Do you ever get versatile in desire when it comes to anything?