It was the names that caught me last spring, standing there in the Co-Op, looking at the packets of heirloom seeds.
Grandma Einck's dill.
Bull's blood beets.
Jaune Flamme tomatoes.
And the lettuces!
Bronze Arrowhead lettuce.
Grandpa Admire's lettuce.
Reine de Glaces lettuce.
I succumbed to Grandpa Admire and Flashy Trout's back lettuces and Grandma Einck's dill and a handful of others.
We have eaten them all summer and I decided to try to save seeds.
Just as I began to think it wouldn't happen, the blossoms came, and with them the bees.
It's amazing what quiet drama happens right under your own nose sometimes.
I can hardly wait to gather my own lettuce seeds. (Notice I didn't mention the beets... tougher than the soles on my gardening shoes, and Grandma Einck who didn't sprout worth a hill of beans.)
But the lettuces made up for it.
Even the photos were fun. I have never taken a picture of a bee's behind before!