Winter radishes

That’s my hand a few weeks ago, well into winter. My hand is holding a few radishes I planted in the fall and, well, forgot about.

I poked a few seeds into the ground on a warmish September afternoon when the shadows were longer than they were a week before. And I forgot about them.

They grew anyway.

They were not the best radishes I’ve eaten , but they’re the best I’ve pulled out of the ground in winter.


Less than a mile away, a yearling horseshoe crab rests under the mud, unaware of the dim light above.

Just a reminder to myself.

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