After a week or two of rain, which left my garden a weedy mud pit, I finally got out today to do some heavy labour. Yeah. Ha. That didn’t last long in the beating sun and sog-fest. Half-way through filling my newly built raised beds with soil, I nearly had an apoplectic herniated bout of heat-stroke. Just can’t win. And yes, this is case of classic farmer bitching. Let me just say, I get where they’re coming from.