At last. At least a week of sunshine, with temperatures in the high 60s and low 70s, is predicted. Today, it is 70 degrees and lovely. I did all my transplanting, my tomatoes and my pepper and my squash and my pumpkins, all of it. Now, I am worn out. But I feel so alive and energetic even so. I’ve spent a long time waiting for the warm days to come again, so long that I’d forgotten that I was waiting for anything at all. Last year, when I thought about my life after Microsoft, in the new house, I mostly thought about summer. I’m looking forward to watching my plants stretch and grow in the sun, reaching up to the sky, blossoming, putting forth tasty fruit. I’m excited about farmer’s markets and barbecues and finally owning an air conditioner. I’ll read the last Harry Potter book in the July sun. I’ll smell roses warmed by the summer heat. I’ll feel Zod kick my ass. I’m barefoot and my feet are dirty and that’s just fine.

Some of the strawberries are blossoming already. The ones I ordered from Territorial Seed seem to be doing much better than the random package I picked up from Home Depot, even though the Home Depot ones are supposedly the June-bearing ones (while the Territorials are all-season-bearing).