Best of the Beets

Best of the beets

My nose carries me away.  Over and over a sweet fragrance in the garden derails all the other Things I get to do today. How could one know that this innocent, dark red vegetable, wintered over and going to seed, was part of the conspiracy to make me forget the task at hand? 

One garden bed still held the remains of last season.  For weeks I'd promised the "Fortex" pole beans that it was their turn to be planted.  But their ground space was full of wheat and beets gone to bolt.  Reaching down to pull them out brought me to realize that the honeysuckle-like scent was just an ordinary beet putting on its best.

Elegant as well as fragrant