I think of gardening as the same as artwork. I don't know if it's actually fun but if you do it well enough, it will procure interest in others. Raising my kids in a less fortunate community, and successfully against the odds I might add (God my help, of course) I soon grew tired of them coming in from play displaying rashes from retrieving their balls that rolled into nearby neglected fences, I came to a Scarlet O'Hara moment and said, "I shall nev'ah go itchy again!" and attacked the hordes of poison ivy. It ended with me looking like a red-bellied salamander when it was over but that was that. Then I waged war on the overgrown pine trees and bushes that was base for the armies of creepy crawlies that'd rather besiege they and all their playmates' heads and make camp. I took dominion and conquered that bit of land, supposing that the landlord had no object if I wasn't actually destroying the property as much as I was improving it (and indeed he sent a thank you letter, to me and the neighbors that picked up pruning clippers and joined in on the effort). So, I didn't just "do-ed it" I subdued it.
if home is where your heart is, then where is work...some other organ? Your hands?
It is said that 'home is where your heart is' so, if my heart is wherever I am, then wherever I am should feel like home.