That's right! Mother Nature finally threw me a bone; a bone in the form of a dry, warm, and calm day. I took full advantage of it, sowing my carrot, beet, green bean, lettuce, and peas seeds, as well as transplanting the tomatoes, peppers, squash, basil, thyme, and cucumber plants that I purchased at the nursery.
It was hard work and I'm really hoping that it stays warm enough not to kill the plants. Like, really.
It might not look like much now, but, in a few months, it's going to be (fingers crossed) a lush and abundant outdoor vegetable market, fresh for the picking.
I just have to be patient.
One member of the family who is less good at being patient is Rowdie-dog. In fact, when he realized what I was doing, he started pacing the fence line of the garden like an inmate two days away from parole; his desire to eat fresh tomatoes as strong as a convict's need for freedom, apparently.
This was his face when I came out of the garden...
This was his face when I explained that the tomatoes won't be ready for a while yet...
And, then he cried.
It's going to be a long couple of months, y'all.