Radishes remembered

I'm sure your dad loved those radishes, no mater what they were like he new his daughter had grown them for him with love!

I think you're right, Teds!!!

Exactly like me lol - a small plot with radishes, ... and also Lupins and a Pulmonaria lol . oh and some London Pride :) and that was it !
I can't grow radishes these days. They always seem to bolt :(

My friend grows them, and they are available in our local supermarket. What happy memories though, Mel. Those early gardening days really do stick in the mind, don't they?

Thank you for reassuring me that they haven't vanished from the planet, Tuesdaybear. Perhaps I am patronising the wrong supermarket! Mind you, I have to confess that, although these days I eat loads of salad - indeed, all manner of vegetables - I suspect I still wouldn't like radishes! And yes - early gardening memories certainly stick. I think they have an underestimated influence on the way we garden as adults.

I didn't aspire to lupins or pulmonaria, Hywel - I'm very impressed! I think perhaps I may have graduated to Californian poppies (which I am trying again for the first time since!)

Oh thats a lovely memory Melchi, I was about that age when I had my first garden, as children we had to help with the garden anytime my dad was out there so was already having to weed the veg and suchlike but my own small plot contained a lilac rescued from the front garden and marigolds, lol.....

Yes I see them in the supermarkets and the veg stall up the village ... but they're tasteless, so I don't buy them :(

I always think of them as small turnips. I really should try them again. Perhaps (like water chestnuts) they add more texture than flavour. I always thought of them as having rather a bitter flavour, but that is probably a child's impression (or the way I grew them!!!)

I like the thought of your rescued lilac, Lincslass! I don't grow marigolds now - they either get eaten by slugs, or succumb to blackfly!

I remember Radishes being grown when I was a child, and I used to like them, but I'm not fond any more. They are either woody, or too hot! Lovely story!

I remember a man on the market trying to sell me some radishes, assuring me that they were French Cherries...

My first plot was only about eighteen inches square. Can't remember what I grew except Virginia stocks, but I do have a photo of me at can't be more than 2 years old, wielding a trowel.

Thanks, Karen. I hadn't thought about those radishes for decades, but I can still see that plot so clearly.

French cherries! That was a bit mean, Stera! I think Virginia Stocks were another of those fast-germinating plants that are supposed to encourage children. Which I'm sure they do - sometimes... I always expected a result to rival the picture on the packet. Come to think about it, that's a bit like present-day mail-order catalogues!