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I gave the AI everything: my yard dimensions, my zone (6b, Salt Lake), the fence location, and a photo. I asked for a raised-bed plan “optimized for yield.” It produced a gorgeous, color-coded layout with companion planting notes and a watering schedule. It looked like something a landscape architect would charge for.
It also put the tomatoes on the north side of a six-foot fence.
The plan
Two 8×4 beds. Bed one: tomatoes, basil, peppers. Bed two: lettuce, kale, strawberries, with a note that “leafy greens benefit from afternoon shade.” Correct! Great note! The AI knew the greens wanted shade. It then put the tomatoes in the shade and the greens in full sun, because it had read “north side of fence” in my description and, I assume, pictured the Southern Hemisphere.
Both sentences are true. Together, they are a crime.
What I did
I’m not proud of this: I built it as drawn. I figured the robot had seen more gardens than me. I assembled the beds (the kit was great, assembled in an hour with one beer), filled them, planted exactly to the diagram, and waited.
Galvanized Raised Garden Bed Kit
Assembles in an hour, doesn't rot, looks like it costs more than it does. The AI did at least pick the right size.
By late June the tomatoes were tall, pale, and leggy, reaching over the fence like they were trying to flag down a passing car. The lettuce, in full afternoon sun, bolted in about nine days and tasted like a dandelion’s regret.
Enter Gary
Gary is a fox squirrel. Gary lives in the neighbor’s cottonwood and considers my yard a buffet with inconsistent service. The AI’s plan did not include Gary, because I did not mention Gary, because I didn’t know about Gary until the morning I found every single strawberry with exactly one bite taken out of it.
One bite. Each. He wasn’t hungry. He was reviewing.
Garden Netting Cage for Raised Beds
Gary's nemesis. Also the birds' nemesis. Keeps the strawberries for the humans.
The netting cage ended the Gary situation in about a day. He sat on the fence and watched me install it with the energy of a man watching his favorite restaurant close.
The recovery
Mid-July I gave up and swapped the beds. Moved the tomatoes to the sunny side, moved the greens to the shade, lost about three weeks of growth but saved the season. Added the drip system at the same time, which is the one piece of gear I’d recommend to anyone, robot-planned or not.
Drip Irrigation Kit with Timer
The single best thing I did all summer. Water at 5 a.m. without being awake at 5 a.m.
By September: a respectable tomato haul, more basil than any household can use, a second crop of lettuce that was actually edible, and a squirrel who has moved on to the neighbor’s peaches.
The lesson
The AI knows every gardening rule ever written and has never once stood in a yard. Use it for the stuff that’s pure knowledge: spacing, companion planting, frost dates, when to start seeds. Then walk outside at 3 p.m. and look at where the shadows are. That’s the part only you can do.
Gary sends his regards.
