A crummy pair of jeans, covered in soil, worn with an old brown dress belt and a faded pair of navy blue converse from two summers ago, caked in mud.

And a blue mini check dress shirt, heavily frayed at the collar, without a shower or a shave.

The only proper thing for a gent to wear for a morning of digging holes and spreading cow poop over them. Four or five weeks to planting.
p.s. my garden blog is open for the season. mostly photos with minimal pontification. Check it out.