Today or yesterday, everything popped the surface in the garden. Peas, beans, radishes, clover-esque kale sprouts, tiny blades of beet leaves and green hairs of carrots. The onions are charging away. So satisfying. They made it! Wasn’t too rainy for the beans, or too exposed for the carrots.
I haven’t been too ambitious. I had a lot of unassigned garden space that I bought random starts for at the garden supply, chosen by what interested me. A cucumber, and celery, which I consider exotic, and two watermelon plants that are a flight of fancy. I have high hopes, though, and they are looking transparently plump with water and thickly endowed with white prickle hairs. They look like happy watermelon plants.
The hay mulch is introducing grass by seed, but the tiny grass seedlings are the most vulnerable sprouts of all, easily swept away, totally unlike the rhizome-rooted counterparts that look innocuous when young and tiny, but are really just the surfacing tip of a diabolical rampaging root system.