Radishes
When I’m home in Seattle, all I want to do is putter around in the garden. I put on an old lady sunhat and immediately stick my hands in the dirt. This visit, I arrived just in time to see everything get up and moving. Chard, spinach, lettuce, peas, squash and potatoes. And then there were the radishes, on the hood of my mom’s car, blinding white in today’s afternoon sun. While I mixed compost and kelp meal and greensand into soil so rich you could hear the tomatoes drop their pants and moan.
