Dear Farm Journal,
As I remove the Easter Egg Radish crop, a meditation on time drifts through my mind. Time is a ruthless wheel. It just keeps rolling. If you ride atop, it takes you anywhere you want to go, but if you fall under, it crushes you. These radishes have a wonderfully simplistic relationship to time. Each seed falls harmoniously into the swinging line of the life cycle. Each trip around the sun marks a measure of growth, a flowering, and the casting of new seeds. The rolling wheel of time carries them precisely where they’re meant to go. Our mortal marriage to time doesn’t feel so transparent. But, perhaps it is. I ask the flowering plants, “Have we oversimplified or over complicated our relationship to time”?