I used to work at a greenhouse when I was in college. My step-dad-type-person owned it and I must admit, I had a blast working there with my fellow manual labor monkeys. Good times can be had when playing in the dirt, whether it's 112 degrees in the summer or 10 below in the winter.
I didn't realize how much I missed those days until I went to a local greenhouse yesterday... Saw my favorite poinsettias (the speckly ones) & smelled the fresh cut pine boughs.
Feels like i'm a million miles away from those days, but really... It's more like 300 or so :)