It is the season that traditionally sees me twirling through the neighbourhood shooting zucchini seeds out of my fingertips.

This is the season when people like me stop coming inside.
We step into the garden and disappear—hands in the dirt, knees on the ground, plans in our heads and thorns in our thumbs. We dig, we haul, we curse at root balls.
We don’t give up until the sun does. And even then—I’m not going to name names, but there are people who headlight garden. I don’t have time to tell it, but one particular story ends with a police officer, a pile of snakes, and an agreement.
Would you like to save this stuff?
It's the kind of activity where you injure yourself 3 different ways, use the top shelf curse words and end the day bent, bitten and bandaged - then immediately start thinking about what you'll do tomorrow.
We tweak the layout, abandon the plan, make a new one, then ignore it. We think about soil ratios the way other people think about their next vacation. Even outsmarting a moth puts us in a good mood.
So before you go back out or fall asleep in a chair with dirt still on your face, here’s the puzzle I made. It's the above photo I took of my own tools, tossed ever-so casually, exactly how I left them.
Final point - gardeners, not unlike fishermen, are compulsive fibbers.

Randy P
Fun puzzle - I increased the size - featuring your artistically posed picture of what I deduce are KB approved small farming implements and items fit to bury in the dirt. I do luv me some puzzles.
Jody
I spy with my little eye a lucky duck, block maker, many, many seeds, trowel, Friskars, seed packets, DAHlia tubers. tulip or daffodil bulbs, seed containers of various descriptions, soil--not dirt, plant markers, wee seedlings, and bed planning markers. That was fun!
Sara
So are so dang cute and funny. I’m sick with head rot cannot see little stuff and you be have this game. I hope some wins. There’s pruners, dirt, bean seeds , seed packets, some scoop things. I Donna know. 1st time I have been sick in a year and a half.