Hot and tired already

0917, 75°F, and, yeah, hot and tired.

I just spent an hour going around the less-accessible areas of the Victory Garden with the mini-tiller.  Well, some of that time was spent lifting it out of soft spots, picking rocks out of its teeth, and so on.

I figure after 0800 on a workday, in an area where the houses are decently separated and well insulated against heat loss and, incidentally, against sound incursion, should be an acceptable time to fire up a noisy little yard appliance.  I don't aim to be the neighbor who mows his lawn at 3 AM on Sunday morn.

Filk fragment, not exactly related:

What do you do with a working farmer,
What do you do with a working farmer,
What do you do with a working farmer,
    Ear-ly in the morning?

Give him subsidies until he's idle,
Give him subsidies until he's idle,
Give him subsidies until he's idle,
    Ear-ly in the morning!

Hoo-boy, the corn price rises,
Hoo-boy, the corn price rises,
Hoo-boy, the corn price rises,
    On the way to famine!