Via Janet Shields' Pinterest Board
Not just radishes—but they are my concern here, for they brought me back to my grandpa’s pharmacy, to the mysterious incantations on one porcelain apothecary jar—in serifed letters: “Avenum sativa.” I was five and reading everything, the sides of cereal boxes, the magazines my dad bought for his office waiting room, the words on these heirlooms from our family pharmacopeia. I knew it was not English on that jar, but ask? I didn’t. Words and cities and years went by, and somehow I picked up that “Avenum” had a connection to oatmeal, the kind that’d stop an itch, but I didn't ask about “sativa,” which then became shorthand for another medicinal plant, and there the word sat—until I thought to sow Raphanus sativus on the bare patch in our yard, until dream-radishes whispered to my five year old self, “What does sativa mean?" and years later, when I could whisper back: “It means cultivated.”
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