Honeymoon Garden

I pulled into the rest stop off Interstate 90.  The usual reason--there were bathrooms available.  Just as I stepped out of my car,  a woman walked toward me, purposefully, as though she knew me. "Here's the recipe for a honeymoon. Lettuce alone with no dressing." She walked straight past me to her car.  Words to meditate on while on the toilet for sure!

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.