Gentle Saturday morning sounds surrounded me, although they weren’t the normal garden sounds for us. The wind rustled the leaves in the tall trees above (we don’t have enough trees nearby), dogs barked and kids yelled in the yards around (we don’t have close neighbors), and the straw crackled softly underfoot (we didn’t get around to strawing our garden this year). Nothing was strange; it was just easy to tell that I was working at a friend’s again instead of my house — destination gardening is kind of exciting.