Oh well, at this point, what difference does it make?
On a much happier note, despite another cold snap (May in Minnesota is different from May in other places), my blade? shoot? reed, I suppose, of equisetum has shot up to about eight inches tall, and another very skinny and tender-looking shoot has tentatively poked out of the pot. I crouch over it, whispering encouraging words ("it will get warmer, it will get easier, it will get better.")