While I was complaining about the rain in April, other people were working on their urban farms. Here’s Zach and Clara’s first garden in this location plus the fence she built plus the chicken coop and chicken fence she built. (Life is more complicated if your urban farm includes cats and dogs instead of a pair of sensible urban goats.)
Being Clara, she painted stones to use as permanent row markers. I usually use the paper packet the seed came in, which dissolves into soggy nothingness at the first rain.