One day last week, before the steady rain moved in, the air was mild and deliriously scented with lilac and lily-of-the-valley. Birds soared and sailed and sang. I could not be indoors on such an evening so I left the supper dishes to soak in the sink and went for a walk.
The lettuce fields were newly plowed and killdeer flew low over the turned earth, shrieking and calling. Often they lay their eggs in the furrows. I can't imagine many survive, but year after year they repeat their folly. In a few weeks, this field will be green with baby lettuce leaves ready for harvest. The farmer sells them to the local restaurants and to private customers. They are delectable but I prefer to grow my own. The pots on my patio already sport their own baby lettuce leaves along with spinach, peas, and little potato shoots.
Time to turn back toward home and those dishes.