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.