Against the odds, cold San Francisco fog, strong coastal winds and no actual place for things to grow, I've planted a garden. Better than that, a rooftop garden. It's not much right now, just two black plastic pots filled with organic potting soil and tiny little green plants. But providing the sun can break through the fog and the wind doesn't blow too hard, these little guys might do ok.
I'm starting small, just one early girl tomato plant, and two small shallots. You might ask why I didn't just go for it, all in, fill my rooftop with rows of plastic pots, filled with beautiful growing green things for us eat. To be perfectly honest, I'm not sure how well the plants will survive up there, and I can't be responsible for the deaths of so many plants. My conscience just couldn't handle it.