It's correct to say that of the pair one of us is wholly incompetent around potting soils, germination of seeds and the necessary heartfelt cooing which fills the soul of a plant, adds to its completeness, permits it to understand that all is love and plenty.
For him a Vegetable Garden looks at its best when the beds have achieved the
Moment of Expectation. It's an Existential Sate where there's nothing actually
growing, but possibilities are endless.