May in the garden

Mid-May in Anchorage this year means pretending you are gardening. It is still way way too cold to plant outside, too cold to sit outside and drink your morning coffee without long underwear, so Seth and I spent the afternoon digging. A rototiller costs surprisingly little and worked surpsingly well. The old neighbor men came over to give us a run-down, neighbors wandering by wondering what we were doing, if only I could truely explain how neither of us really know.