Forget about carbon. The most essential element of life is the paradox. That's true for everything, including gardening.
July is the time to prepare the winter garden. Which means hard, physical labor -- shoveling, hauling, garden weeseling.
Problem is, it's July.
All the radio stations say it was 94 today, with a heat index of 102. But my car thermostat sez it was 100, with a heat index of God knows what. I'm going with the latter, because it's freaking hot.
So garden prep must take place in the wee morning hours. I got to it at 6 this morning, and by 8:30 I was sweating so hard my feet were slipping around in my Crocs.
All this for a December harvest of spinach.
Oh, the irony.