In the summer, it was flowers. And in the autumn, I supposed it's the invasive, but ever-present bittersweet to blame!
I really did just go out there for one thing. Parsley, for the fish chowder on the stove. But on my walk there, garden scissors in hand, I noticed all the bittersweet and the twisty vines, and well....they called. Soon my arms were full of the stuff, and after that the kitchen table was covered. I did remember the parsley. Though dinner waited just a little bit longer to be finished. Easy peasy bittersweet in a mason jar in the entryway, and a quick little wreath. Ah... such joy in the making.
And well, they're all quite used to dinner being a little bit delayed for one silly thing or another. With bellies full of chowder that I dare say was rather extra delicious for all that long simmering time, all was forgiven.
