Last night I dreamt I was weeding in a beautiful potager garden. The soil was moist and dark, the plants strong and green. I had a little belt type apron with shears and a ball of string. As I weeded, I noticed stalks that needed staking. I'm not a dream interpreter, but perhaps I'm just missing my garden this summer. I have left my garden in the hands of capable friends, but I long to get my hands dirty.
The best part of my dream was that I was wearing a fabulous straw gardening hat. It had a nice structure that kept the brim stiff and wide, but the straw was soft and gave way around my head. I don't have a gardening hat. My only real garden hat is too floppy to sufficiently protect my neck and shoulders from the Texas sun. I would, however, take any of the following garden hats.