October 17

It's been a warm October. The oaks are all still bright green. Today was warm enough to lay in the garden and read, but I miss all the birds and insects that were here in summer. After reading, I  harvested some beets and winter radishes. The radishes are spicier than I thought they'd be; my intention for them is the fermentation jar. But I intend a lot of things. There are two cabbages on my counter that have been waiting a week to be turned into kraut, a roasted pumpkin in my fridge that I intended to puree. I only have so much to give every day, and that's enough.

Most of the radishes are not beautiful. Why did some crack like this, I wonder? Trying new things is interesting and humbling.