I do. I spent most of Sunday and yesterday digging in the dirt and I'm going to dig again today. Last winter I scored a little greenhouse and I started a bunch of seeds I saved from last year's pumpkins, gourds, beans and peppers. Everything sprouted, which is about the most exciting thing about planting a seed, and because I was SUPER enthusiastic about saving seeds and starting them, I'm drowning in pumpkins and gourds. (If you're local and want some, let me know. And HistoryGirl, you too!) I've never had any luck planting watermelon seeds, but I started some in the greenhouse. I've got high hopes for my watermelon seedlings.
The big bed is tucked in for the season. It's full of zucchini, gourds, pumpkins, sunflowers, tomatoes and the marigold Mr. T grew for a science project. The strawberry bed looks promising (finally) and the asparagus is taking root in its second year. We've enjoyed volunteer lettuce all spring and I've got cilantro coming up nicely by the strawberries. I'm trugging around seed packets and trowel, transplanting something here, moving something there. I could spend hours dawdling outside, attacking weeds, watering flowers, deadheading and picking. Unfortunately, the gardener's busiest time of the year butts up against baseball's busiest time of year so I'm running from dawn until dusk.
Mr. G really wants to help plant, so I'm holding off on beans and peas and the rest of the sunflowers until he has free time. But the tiny seeds, like beets and spinach, I'll plant myself.
Sunday, after a fair amount of earth-moving, I treated myself to one of these:
It was fruity and a bit tart, a good summer beer by New Belgium Brewing. Plus the label couldn't be cuter. You know what it tasted like? Another.
Spill it, reader. You dig?