Digging by Moonlight

So I hurt all over, folks. Hamstrings, glutes, quads. Arms. This evening I went for a swim and I couldn’t straighten my arms out for backstroke…

Reason # 456 to garden: it’s terrific exercise.

It’s hot when the sun’s out now now and digging—double digging one of my raised beds—beyond dusk has the added advantage of a front-row seat (okay, stand) while the egrets take off and go home to be replaced by the night-herons in the flooded alfalfa field next door. It’s a very bad time to be a burrowing rodent around here these days.

I’m hoping to pick up a huge load of used horse bedding from across the street tomorrow and finish preparing the soil of at least one of the beds. I’m also hoping that all this work up front will save me loads later on when I come to put in my winter garden in August.