Bad Neighbor Me

I am probably the worst neighbor that my neighbors know. Seriously. One day it's disturbing the perfect image of spotless, cubicle-style housing by putting a pallet with a bunch of plants on my roof, and the next it's building giant, phallic structures to honor pagan holidays. Well today I broke the moral code of being-a-good-neighbor and decided to build myself a garden bed. Yes, at 8am, Sunday morning I was out behind my garage, sawing a bunch of 2x6's. Eeeh Aww Eeeh Awww, for twenty minutes the sound echoed through the cul-du-sac/ circular arrangement of garages and probably sent people cursing into their pillows, "What the f*ck is she up to now?" I decided to give them a few hour's rest, but by 3pm I was at it again –this time with a drill and a hammer. The banging sound that I produced to put 12 nails into some boards made me feel a little bit evil. I'm sure the infant living next door arose from her nap, which probably made her parents groan in annoyance. Well I haven't had any complaints yet, and the project is complete: my very own garden bed to house two rows of plants. The size of the containers in which they're currently living is stunting their growth, so I've decided to give them the root-space they deserve. This way I'll be able to plant more economically and make use of plant-companions (certain plants are beneficial for the growth of another and therefore it is wise to plant them together, like good neighbors. )

A few questions remain: What to plant, when to plant, how can I expand this?

I'm thinking of adding a trellis behind the actual raised-bed so that I can grow some beans or other vines, but that idea might not crystalize for some time.