Even though winter feels very far away, the dog days are the right time to start your fall garden.  Last year, I had a lot of trouble getting seeds to germinate in the hot, dry weather, so this year I opted to start broccoli, cabbage, and (a new experiment this year) brussels sprouts inside.

Sure enough, it was so hot that I couldn't even get the first set of seeds to germinate inside the trailer.  So I moved the flats to the porch and refilled them with stump dirt from my favorite tree (the output of which I save for special occasions).  The result was cute little seedlings popping up within a few days.

If I'd only known that our weather was going to have a mood swing, I could have direct-seeded.  Recently, I've learned that summer weather (at least in our neck of the woods) tends to get stuck in feedback loops, which explains why some summers are distressingly cool and wet while others are just as distressingly hot and dry.

A couple of weeks ago, I noticed a several degree difference in temperature (as measured by my bare feet) between the lush clover growing where our sink graywater spills out and the parched clover just fifteen feet away.  My feet were picking up on the same factor that influences our summer weather --- dry soil makes the air hotter while wet soil makes the air cooler.  Maybe that's why once the rains finally came, they kept on coming all week long?

I don't mind a few more days of rain if it means the fall garden will get off to a good start.  Carrot seedlings (planted at the beginning of July) are already up and I can just feel the snap pea seeds I set out Thursday plumping up in the wet earth.  Once those sprout, I've put in an order for more hot, dry weather to keep the tomatoes and cucurbits happy.

In the meantime, the photo above shows what I look like when I squelch in from the garden.  Can you tell I'm soaked from mid-thigh down and filthy from head to toe?  Pure bliss....