My back hurts. As do my arms. When I stand up, I think I can actually hear my knees creaking. This is a bad sign when you are 26. Our garden, however, looks great.
Nobody told us gardening would be such hard work. I don't remember being sore after helping my dad plant our flower beds as a kid. (This is likely because my "helping" largely consisted of jumping around and maybe watering once all of the work was finished.) This time, a little more effort was required.
After Bryan and I scoped out our assigned plot in the Twin Oaks Community Garden, we started daydreaming about seeds. Our initial speculations on the subject hinged on wild overestimations of what would fit in our 11- by 14-foot plot, and were quickly tempered by conversations with other local gardeners. We were cautioned to stay away from things like squash, which had overwhelmed a neighbor's garden the previous summer, and corn, as its copious nitrogen needs and height might weaken neighboring plants.
Our friend Eric turned us on to Southern Exposure, a Virginia company that does all its own seed harvesting and emphasizes open pollination and heirloom plants. Since the company was local, its growing guide was helpful for our region, and we liked the idea of using seeds that weren't modified and would be a little more special. Southern Exposures's catalogue, with its lovely, hand-drawn illustrations, is worth perusing.