I'm just down the road from you in Knoxville (well, not "just" down the road, but down the road, anyway).
I have frequently wished that I had a garden, and have read a number of books on gardening, before I finally figured out that what I really like is reading books on gardening more than the actual work.
Wouldn't mind getting some of that rain you're getting as long as it could come without the golf-ball-sized hail we got a couple or so weeks back, which knocked out phone and power and punched a hole in my porch roof, and set off car alarms all over the neighborhood. Enjoyably dramatic while it was going on, though.
Ah! In this, if not in all, you resemble our Jesus Christ Our Lord. Some say he was a carpenter like his daddy; but I maintain, on the basis of his parables, that he was a farm boy; or at least a town boy who used to read farm magazines.
I would like to figure out a way to get out of most of the work. I tried having 2 boys, but that doesn't help, or only intermittently. I am hoping that if there are intelligent space aliens, they have figured out ways to do horticulture without overly involving major muscle groups. They could give me some tips.
No, don't say "small internal combustion engines." I won't have that!