After five days with my mother, driving back to Portland gives time for thought and reflection. I enjoy the quiet. It's a time to plan and create Things I get to do today enough for many days to come. The Sprague rest stop woman had given new dimensions to project possibilities. I was still scratching my head.
|Nearly time to harvest seeds for next season|
But when I arrived home, I found the first half of the story already written out. There in my garden, at the end of summer, was a little honeymoon hideaway. Two burgundy lettuce plants, long since finished with edible leaves, had elegant candelabra-styled crowns with seeds ready for the picking. Just lettuce. No dressing. Perfect honeymoon.