. . . where books are always on the menu, but aren't the only fare . . .
Not exactly enough to keep the wolf from the door all winter, but it's a start. (It was delicious, too.)
Yay! Much better than those ones in the supermarkets.
This reminds me, we must get the planters going on the terrace, Youngest wants to be a lettuce farmer!
Well done you! I do like a good radish.
It's beautiful. In this brief post you made me think about the intense lifestyle so many have had, and still have, focused on survival, especially through a long, cold winter. Imagine the ones who didn't know if they would come out alive? Precious radish.
Talk to me! I love external validation.