Dirty Hippie

I'm taking a quick lunch break from planting our very ambitious vegetable garden.  I would, of course, pick the hottest day of the year so far. And I would, of course, proceed to plant the garden like a dirty hippie, bare feet, bikkini top, gym shorts and lots of dirt under my nails.  Bliss . . .

Back to work, the carrots aren't going to plant themselves.