Sometimes we must adjust our expectations. Where we might like our natural sanctuary to be a forest, a meadow, nature in its most natural and wild state, it is not always available when needed.
My gardens ( front and back) are my ( nature) sanctuary. My expectations changed but in no way have lowered. They may have even raised. The pleasure of growing from seed, nurturing, maturing and then harvesting is heavenly for my heart, soul and spirit.