The never ending garden

So I tilled a plot of land to make in to a garden. I looked out at my garden proudly all day. And it was in the shade in the morning. mid morning. afternoon. and still at 3 when I went to work. Vegetables need full light. I had to till a new patch. It took me forever to figure out how to work the tiller in the first place.
For the tiller illiterate: a tiller is a machine that has big cogs that have dull teeth that rotate the dirt up. It is heavy and awkward have two little back wheels to balance the monster teeth apon. Not easy to master, it's like plowing a field. Instead with a machine smaller than a lawn mower that'a easier to pull than push.
When I started making the new plot it kept dying on me. It wouldn't start at all. I'd go and get the neighbors I burrowed the tiller from and show them how it didn't work. And they would make it work. As soon as they were gone it wouldn't work again. I'd try to get it started for 15 minutes. I'd get frustrated and take a break. Come back. Try to start it. It wouldn't start. Take a break. Come back, wouldn't start. Marched off to neighbors. They made it start. As soon as they left it died. Needless to say it was a daunting task not to throw up my hands and say f*ck it all. However, I have this inner drive that's relentless. It won't shut up. Sometimes, it gives me no peace.
Some time between singing for the 85th anniversary for the All Souls Church and celebrating Earth Day I'm gonna have to till again. This time throw in some manure. We have some established plants that need to be replanted out there, and there are lots of little seedlings sprouting.
I'll need to get some plants that like shade, too.
For the spare garden.