It is the season that traditionally sees me twirling through the neighbourhood shooting zucchini seeds out of my fingertips.
This is the season when people like me stop coming inside.
We step into the garden and disappear—hands in the dirt, knees on the ground, plans in our heads and thorns in our thumbs. We dig, we haul, we curse at root balls.
We don’t give up until the sun does. And even then—I’m not going to name names, but there are people who headlight garden. I don’t have time to tell it, but one particular story ends with a police officer, a pile of snakes, and an agreement.
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It's the kind of activity where you injure yourself 3 different ways, use the top shelf curse words and end the day bent, bitten and bandaged - then immediately start thinking about what you'll do tomorrow.
We tweak the layout, abandon the plan, make a new one, then ignore it. We think about soil ratios the way other people think about their next vacation. Even outsmarting a moth puts us in a good mood.
So before you go back out or fall asleep in a chair with dirt still on your face, here’s the puzzle I made. It's the above photo I took of my own tools, tossed ever-so casually, exactly how I left them.
Final point - gardeners, not unlike fishermen, are compulsive fibbers.
Tres
I hope there is an upcoming post about the police officer, a pile of snakes, and an agreement!
Mary W
great puzzle - as I sit trying to get the dirt from under my nails
Karen
I'm going to try to keep nail polish on my nails all summer. It helps keep them from getting garden-stained. ~ karen!
Sandra D
Today was my first gardening day - with my 9 y.o. grandson who guessed right away what we were going to do today. He didn't help as much as I thought he would (he helped plant the onion bulbs - the easy ones); I did carrots, Swiss chard, lettuce and radish), but he really got excited about the little shed in the back that he's claimed as his "house" (it was originally built as a playhouse by people before us). I said we were thinking of tearing it down and he said, "you can throw that idea right out the window", lol. It's been a few years I've wanted it gone, so it'll probably be there for a couple more. Thanks for the puzzle.
Karen
I'm going to have to steal that phrase from him, lol. ~ karen!
Randy P
Fun puzzle - I increased the size - featuring your artistically posed picture of what I deduce are KB approved small farming implements and items fit to bury in the dirt. I do luv me some puzzles.
Karen
They dropped there I tell you. Dropped right there. Totally natural. ~ karen!
Randy P
I have NO option but to believe you with all my heart and soul... as far as you know.
Jody
I spy with my little eye a lucky duck, block maker, many, many seeds, trowel, Friskars, seed packets, DAHlia tubers. tulip or daffodil bulbs, seed containers of various descriptions, soil--not dirt, plant markers, wee seedlings, and bed planning markers. That was fun!
Karen
I'll give you $2.83 if you can name 4 bean varieties. Or the corn variety. ~ karen!
Jody
I love a challenge. As reference I looked to Heritageharvestseed.com in Manitoba. My answer is Nebraska Beauty, Mrs. Marotti's Romano, Littlefield Special, and Canadian Wonder bean. How did I do???!!!
Karen
Drumroll ... The actual bean varieties are Calypso, Zuni Gold, and Turtle. BUT they're very faded because they're old so you get a pass because they aren't the most recognizable version of themselves. ~ karen!
Sara
So are so dang cute and funny. I’m sick with head rot cannot see little stuff and you be have this game. I hope some wins. There’s pruners, dirt, bean seeds , seed packets, some scoop things. I Donna know. 1st time I have been sick in a year and a half.
Karen
Ack. The dreaded head rot. Well the good news is - providing you live in the Western Hemisphere - at least you're getting it over with before summer? ~ karen!