The garden always looks the worst just before it looks the best.
It's always the darkest before the dawn.
Not sure that one works either. How about I make a promise to myself that I will get out there as soon as I can, and instead of worrying that it's not going to look like the "cover" garden from a magazine? I'll just enjoy the soft dirt beneath my hands.
I did a sketch of my garden at work the other day. I'm going to try to turn it into a little pattern for stitching. The dark combed top is also spinning up nicely. I can't wait to combine it with the sparkly novelty yarn. One of my favorite parts of spinning is plying the strands together.
That's where the magic happens.