While eating supper last night, it occurred to me that the radishes we were having with our absolutely mind bogglingly good Philly Cheese Steak sammies, courtesy of Mountain Man’s culinary expertise, were the last ones we’d have this year from our garden. Now, I know that radishes aren’t usually served with Philly Cheese Steaks, but we had ’em, so we ate ’em. But, seeing those beautiful little red orbs in the bowl and knowing that there would be no more of them for a long, long time, filled me with a veritable cornucopia of emotions.
A slight sadness came over me because this was the very last of the crop from our garden this year. Sure, we can always buy more of them from the grocery store or the produce stand, but they just really don’t compare to something that you planted from seed, watered, weeded and harvested yourself. Perhaps it’s just a fallacy, but I think a lot of people would agree with me on this one. The blood, sweat and tears that you put into something really do make a difference. And let’s face it, as daunting as going to the grocery store can sometimes be, there’s usually very little, if any, blood, sweat or tears involved.
A slight elation washed over me, as well. As much as I like radishes, we’ve had them nearly every night at supper since they first started coming in. We’ve had them in salads galore, as garnishes, as snacks while Mountain Man was cooking, finely diced and sprinkled over fried potatoes, diced up in tuna salad, and packed lovingly in Mountain Man’s lunch alongside his daily sammy. I’m sure there are other applications that we totally missed while trying to use our abundant harvest of the little red jewels, but we touched on each and every one we could think of at the time.
Finally, the last emotion that washed over me was one of hope and excitement for the future. Just thinking about working the soil and planting those seeds again next year brought a smile to my face. Imagining the first bite of the first radish out of the ground next year almost made me giddy with anticipation! Hey, I’ve always said it’s the little things in life.
Knowing that even though I didn’t quite have a clue what I was doing when we planted the garden this year makes me hopeful that next year’s crop will be even better. I won’t make the same mistakes I made this year and I’ll keep reading up and taking advice from other’s who’ve been there and done that. I’ve learned a lot about growing things and gardening, and I hope to keep increasing my knowledge in this area so that next year’s radishes will be even better!