These radishes are almost too pretty to eat. They are like giant, shiny beads that are just calling out to be strung on some ribbon around my neck. Although that would look a little barking. I wonder how long it would take for people to notice.
They make me want to play with them like marbles. Line them up. Roll them around.
The colours are almost too bright to be true - a little like those very odd blue carnations that you find at certain petrol stations which turn the water blue.
Mr M adores radishes. Absolutely loves them. Which is fortunate for him because I can't stand them. At all. Regardless of what Peter rabbit thought. I do try them each year, but my taste buds have yet to agree. So for now, I shall admire them for their outer beauty and manhandle them for creative shots and try to remember to take them off before leaving the flat...