A garden analogy

Boredom is quite a curious thing.
It frustratingly tills away at the head, 
Yet from it new ideas start to spring
Like flowers in a fertile bed

The seeds of imagination have been sown 
And from there stems creativity
As one begins to look at a stone
Thinking of ways to decorate the home
Or practice their hand at poetry
Writing about places they roam

Boredom is not always fun
It makes me feel rather blind
Though it gives time for things to be done
And that I do not mind.