Gone to Seed

I grow a forest of lettuce

A precursor to the more stable forest

Present at the edge of all my gardens

I grow lettuce that is bold and tall

That is not confined by our Ideas of what lettuce

Should and should not be

Dazzling spirals and intricate fractals

Line themselves in an expanding row of greenery

Across the range of vision

The slight bitterness

On the tongue

Is a small price to pay

For ephemeral beauty

Uncurtailed

Unconstrained.

IMG_9948There are few things more beautiful and fleeting than the burst of pre-autumn greenery

I love the final moments of summer in my Northern garden.


For more plants and impressive forests, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.