By the next morning, I had realized that not one thing that was said to me in hurtful ways had anything to do with me at all.  It was just the male animal, trying to be large and in charge, maybe.  He was all calmed down by next day, and a little apologetic.  He fixed my tiller.  Still, it's the first harsh words in 9 years, so I was surprised. 

I spent the day in the garden yesterday, weeding, watering, and planting broccolis and brussels sprouts plants.  Everything is up and seems to be off to a good start.  Thunderstorms passed right by, and I need more water in my barrels.  Today, I will try to get the cabbage plants set in, and then I want to put the zucchini plants out.  They are threatening to take over the greenhouse.  The Roma tomatoes that I kept over winter (what a capital idea!) are huge and covered with blossoms again.  I've eaten several Romas already.  They seem to be like new for being kept for so long. 

But I'm getting tired of trying to find more space for plants, and my back hurts.  I get extremely tired and should be getting on with other projects, like working on my porch area.  And summer slipped in at 6:59 p.m. last evening.  Today's the longest day of the year.  Spring was good, we had enough rain for a change.  I just hope the rain continues to arrive in a timely way.  I feel bad for the people downstream in Wisconsin, Iowa, Illinois and Minnesota, who got hit hard by floodwaters after the recent deluges. 

I figure I have about 3 more days of tilling, fencing and planting left to do before it's all done, well, maybe 4, if you include mowing.  Then I will take a break, get some rest, and get on with whatever.