Um, I dither about, prevaricating and finding excuses to avoid getting on my bike, plus, an allotment visit usually requires going through the house and greenhouse, collecting stuff I need (seeds, gloves, tools, milk and tea, lighter etc etc. Especially in less than clement weather, I have to give myself a bit of a talking to. But, the second I unlock my bike, I can feel my spirits lifting in anticipation. Even when I know there are numerous tasks in a chaotic mess. It works for me EVERY SINGLE TIME. Cycling along a route I have done hundreds (thousands) of times, I know there is a smile on my face. Just unlocking the shed and I swear, I have simply shrugged off all the niggles, irritations, fears and worries, of everyday, and am now fully and deeply immersed in a world of pure sensation and an almost numinous sense of lifeness and the eternal. It fulfills every single need. Creative, aesthetic, nurturing, competence, reliability, desire, beauty, joy...and yep, even the negative stuff is somehow all contained in a few square metres of space. This is my 21st year at this allotment (have had others)...I find great strength in the continuity and tenacity of life...especially now my children (my other huge creative life project) are out in the world (much like my plants, once set free from the greenhouse).
And having packed my bag, knowing there is a comfy chair and tea-making stuff in my shed, I can linger for hours.