Radishes and Carrots as Far as the Eye Can See

Taking photographs of vegetables is good clean fun.

Small radishes and either a turnip or a mutant radish.
Already we are losing track of what we planted.

Baby carrots just picked.




Today is my birthday. Rather than lament that I have turned 50, I thought I would show my face.  After all, my little carrots and radishes are imperfect, bruised, gnawed at by gnats (sorry I could not resist) and I love them all the same.

So here is to healthy self love: moi at 50.  PS: The French accent is real.