The first harvest never feels like much.
It’s just a few radishes, planted early, grown fast, and yanked from the dirt. But it counts!
They’re the proof of concept. The garden works. Things are growing. And we get to eat them.
I know darn well I don’t have the patience or the discipline to take photos of every harvest. I won’t catalog every cucumber or document every head of lettuce, even though I’d kind of like to do it, to see just how expensive every turnip really is. Eventually, we’ll be in the thick of it, hauling in tomatoes by the bucket and sneaking zucchini into people’s mailboxes.
But the first harvest…
The first harvest is always worth noting.
These little roots were crisp and spicy. They tasted like satisfaction. They got a quick rinse and joined a friendly cohort of salad buddies.
It’s not much, but it’s starting!
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