Becca and I did manage to get a garden dug out and planted. I dug and dug and pulled up sod and wrestled with roots and buried rocks and sweated and cursed. The whole time I envisioned my large, abundant garden, bursting with fresh organic vegetables. We went to the farmers' market to get some plantlings to gingerly smash into the ground (thank you, Becca). Then, we sat back and admired our handiwork. It was then I realized that my garden plot, is more of a garden spot. It is tiny. And rather pathetic looking.
Next, I realized it only gets full sun in the mornings.