At least one of my radish's days are numbered
My baby radishes are doing well. What concerns me is my growing desire to pull them out of the soil to see what is underneath.
Except for the few tiny vegetables that didn't want to sprout, the entire garden I have planted in my rented condo is growing quite quickly. We have not transferred the peat pots yet, but will likely just pack soil around them in a deeper plastic tray.
When it comes to the radish I feel like I am being pushed by the part of my personality that draws huge satisfaction from pulling out splinters or picking scabs (sorry if you are reading this while you eat) when I was a kid.
To be honest, if I wiped out on a bike now you would need safety gloves to keep me from messing with cuts and scrapes on my knees.
I'm making an educated guess that putting it back the soil once I yank it out won't be a good idea. I will try to keep my hands off it for now.