Nay, tis much worse.
I am breaking sod and turning soil to plant a garden in my backyard. I have boxes ready, and boxes to build to house root vegetable that don't like my heavy clay rich soil, like carrots and potatoes. I've been landscaping, mulching, cutting bushes, and hauling away yard debris.
I need to get on these things, my corn seedlings are closing on being a foot tall, and they are still in a seedling tray on a table in my kitchen.
I am growing a yard full of heirloom, rare, and other unusual crops.
My potatoes are purple, my carrots come in five different colors, I have four varieties of corn, ranging from black, to Aztec/Olmec green, to glass gem. It's all weird, rare stuff that you can't go buy at the grocery story.
I got green cauliflower (not broccoli) from Lithuania.
Ghost peppers from Malaysia
It's bonkers, it's freaking bonkers.
It's kicking my ass and I go to sleep worn out, but I can't wait to get up and start again, and I get mad when I have to stop and go to real work and make socks. I have work to do, real work, to do. I am doing this by hand, I don't have a tractor, or a tiller. This is all shovel and hoe, and all that.
It pleases me. It soothes me.
