One afternoon, I discovered radishes were ready to harvest far earlier than I’d anticipated. Harvesting in May? That’s unusual for me. I noticed that the cilantro had quadrupled its size. The lettuce had tripled its size. The spinach had grown from spindly leaves that I feared might die into large crinkly leaves that I dreamed of sautéing in olive oil with garlic. That day, the garden decided what I would be having for dinner. How perfect.