Annual Dig Up Grass Day

Today turned out to be my annual dig up grass day. This means that I go into a trance at around 6 pm and I do not stop digging my chosen plot of grass until it gets too dark to see. The ritual has been going on for three years now, and I always feel pretty good about myself afterwords. This year, due to unlimited resources at my disposal, I ended up with the foundations of a beautiful raised bed garden. It is amazing how invigorating it is to just dig up grass. To make a useless, scrappy, ignored piece of land into the life-giving center of an entire season! I already have carrots, beets, swiss chard, and sugar snap peas in the rich soil of this new raised bed preparing to germinate. But I worry about these little seeds. Barry Sanders the whistlepig has been my friend for the past couple of years. We have shared many pleasant, nonsense conversations. But I am afraid that his foraging habits and the quality of my little sprouts will put a serious strain on our friendship.