When I tell people that I enjoy going out in the garden and weeding, they are generally incredulous. At least, people I know online are generally incredulous. There doesn't seem to be a very large overlap between people on the Internet and people who like to get their hands dirty in the garden.
So, what's good about weeding? Well, for one thing, it offers immediate gratification. After half an hour of work I've moved two five-gallon buckets of weeds from the ground to the compost pile, and one of the garden beds looks much neater than before. In today's case, I know that the onions will now grow better, with more access to light and water and nutrients.
The weeds aren't wasted, either. They've spent their lives converting air and water into green stuff, which is now in the compost. Presently this will be layered with horse manure and the rich dirt of the Palouse, and spend the next few months breaking down. Next spring I'll spread the compost back on the garden beds and plow it under, to help the vegetables do even better next time around.
No one bothers me while I weed. I can't even hear the telephone from out there (and wouldn't answer it if I could). There might be a dog or a horse around, but that's it. I can think, or enjoy the sun on my back, or just listen to the radio. I don't have to deal with stupid buggy software, or answer email, or try to write the next chapter for a book. I can just exist and enjoy my garden.
And of course the enjoyment extends further than simply neatening things. The onions and beans and greens and carrots and squash and other produce from the garden go into dinner, or into canning jars, or into the freezer. Ultimately they end up inside me...as will these same weeds, once they've made the cycle through the compost and the soil. The longer we live here, the longer I'm a part of the rhythms of the farm myself.
So, I like to weed. Why not?