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.
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| 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.
Excellent, beginning to end.
ReplyDeleteThanks, darlin'. It wrote itself. You know how that happens from time to time.
DeleteThe seed heads are beautiful. How lucky to have them as starts for next year. Mine never seem to get that far.
ReplyDeleteYael from Home Garden Diggers
These plants were too pretty top pull up as they started to bloom. Just had to let them live it out and live it up. Thanks for stopping by!
DeleteThis really made me chuckle out loud. I think, perhaps, that random wit with a smile might be a great way to make the world a better place.
ReplyDeleteYup! Talk about random. That woman was off the charts. But just look what she started.
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