I put my first garden in at spring break this year. I have wanted a garden for a while now, and now I understand why I haven't had one until now.
Senior Chief had hernia surgery so he wasn't authorized to operate the tiller. But, get a tiller I did. Holy shit..those things are a bitch to operate. I rode that thing like a bucking bronco down three rows of the fifteen I wanted. I had to damn near literally drag my ass to keep from being just dragged along. It was then that I actually missed the extra weight I've recently lost. Number 3 son came along and bailed me out and did the rest of the rows for me. It wore him out, too.
There's actually some stuff growing in it, too. That makes me pretty damn happy. I was prepared to be pissed off if shit didn't grow after all that work and all the work yet to be done. Thank god we have such a long growing season here, too, and I can adjust as I learn. Next year's garden is going to be a breeze. I'll have seasoned help too. I intend to get a gardenia bush to plant at the "scene of the crime" so that it won't be that anymore.
Any of y'all that are seasoned gardeners can just feel free to comment. ;)