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It's going well. Here you can see one tiny potato sprout making its way up through the mulch (wood shavings from my landlord's shop).

I like to sit in a portable chair and read at the edge of the garden when my mind gets blown from programming. This is how I found out there is some kind of inter-species war going on between certain members of the squirrel persuasion and certain (unnamed) members of the crow population. I had no idea these creatures could make such a bizarre set of noises.

I don't care. I'm eating thick radish sprouts wrapped in purple mustard green sprouts wrapped in collard leaves wrapped in Israeli lettuce. Now that's my kind of salad.