For the past decade, my wife and I lived in the same house. It was a small but serviceable townhome-style twin home on just a little less than a tenth of an acre of land. We had a couple of small garden plots, a back yard just large enough to entertain a small party, and although I did not have a green thumb, with the help of my wife I was able to keep the lawn tidy.
I have learned a new definition of pain. I had trouble sleeping last night because I was so sore from aerating an acre of land.
A large parcel of land is good, I suppose, if you really value a lot of yard work. I don’t.