I feel I've been horribly neglectful in mentioning and including one of the main character's in Lily's life, her big brother, Dizzy the dog. Dizzy likes to garden and hang out with us in the yard too. In fact, when Greg and I first bought the house, and Greg built an additional raised bed in back, as soon as he was finished, Dizzy waltzed right over and climbed in, basking in the sunny dirt as if it had been built for him.
The raised beds in back have a low fence around them with a charming, (falling apart,) gate. Dizzy used to be able to get into the garden from the back, and once inside, couldn't figure out how to get back out. So he would sit by the gate and bark a sort of high-pitched, "help me I'm stuck in the garden, Mom!" bark. He's awesome at digging too. Dizzy is a regular gardening genius.
It's been so unbelievably gorgilious here lately that it's really hard to do anything but laze around and play in the sunshine. Soak up as much as we can while we can mentality. Dizzy and Lily have no problem with this.