It's been a trying two weeks. Abundant grief, anxiety, sad bewilderment.
We go to our gardens for comfort, for solace.
In an attempt to find control in a world that so often mocks this instinct,
I set out to prune and pamper the potager...
and plant some tiny kernels
I plant some French Breakfast Radishes (here)
Creamy, pink roots of sweet spring distraction. To be harvested before the heat
turns them bitter. While still young and fresh and delicate.
A happy image to hold while clipping and planting.
They will grow in what I think of as Q4, the fourth quadrant,
and usually the last to be planted for the season. Where the white basket sits in expectation of germination and harvest.
I look forward and think of this recipe from the site