So I was able to get my Fall Garden in this Weekend.
It was about two weeks late from when I should have gotten it in - not necessarily from temperature or amount of sunlight, but the placement of sunlight. In my case, by about the second week of October the path of the Sun has changed significantly enough to where the house blocks a great deal of it after 12 noon or so.
I always build up in my mind that planting my garden is this heroically difficult task that will take me hours. I do not quite know why this is: in point of fact the whole thing can be planted in one hour or possibly two if I am being quite deliberate about it. In point of fact I am not that deliberate: this year's planting took perhaps an hour, spread over two days.
The planting this years is similar to other years: garlic (my one unfailing crop), spinach (three varieties), lettuce (two varieties), leeks (two varieties), beets (two varieties), Austrian Rye, Black Rye, and Winter Wheat. Approximately 3/4's of the garden is planted and except for some overwintering onions, a basil plant and Black-Eyed Pea plant that have not perished yet, and the surviving sweet potatoes that survived the annual decimation of harvest, it is empty and quiet.
I never feel like I have done a sufficient job to actually match what should be a garden planting, but maybe that is because I follow many "real" gardeners who actually do a good job. Myself, I seem to just get it in and see what takes.
On the bright side, it always makes for a surprise when something grows.