There was just enough moisture from clouds during the night to dampen the leaves of the tomato and pepper plants I set out yesterday, as this year’s vegetable gardening gets under way — or under weigh, for is life not an ocean, and am I not aboard ship? Volunteer sunflowers, wild and thick as hillside grass, finish the slope to the street. How we love these glorious child- and bee-magnets. Cucumbers, strawberries, eggplant, and mint wait in the wings. The irises, meanwhile, are breaking into bloom. I dug them out, separated them, and replanted them on a very hot day two years ago, and the rhizomes this spring are healthy and fat — like babies’ wrists where their world is not tortured by those strange human blights, hunger and war.