The slugs were winning. Then I went to Dusty's and had a deep moment in which I realized that I have been acting like dealing with the slugs is a burden, not part of gardening, and I shouldn't have to do it; then subsequently realized that dealing with the slugs is part of gardening, a part of the day-to-day maintenance that is such good medicine, and teaches us that our lives are made of the things we do regularly, and not the big occasional gestures. And then I began to win.
Along with the peas in #3 we put negretta favas and some radishes.
In the middle row under cover we planted wild arugula (which I bought even though I still have a ton of the other arugula seeds which I don't like as much and must find another use for), mustardy things, radishes, lettuce mix, and I don't know what else.
We have been harvesting kale like mad but now it is bolted and about over.
This winter is dragging all over this spring. Please spring, come.
I keep buying random plants at the farmer's market for my fantasy permaculture perimeter. I need to get a plan and a budget, fast.
Anyway, sign-off and publish, before another month goes by.