What the air does out here
The garden club's annual plant sale takes the church lawn at Mile 24, one Saturday in full morning light. Folding tables of seedlings, lavender flats going fast, and a refreshment table where the lemon bars outsell the memberships two to one. Lemon arrives first here and the lavender keeps it civilized, which is the club in a nutshell.
Who rides with it
Club officers mid-campaign. Plant-sale opportunists towing a wagon. Husbands holding flats and opinions, only one of which is wanted. The club has a president, a treasurer, and a forty-year disagreement about mulch that outranks them both.
Pair it at the next stop
The same flower goes quiet at dusk one marker back at Lavender Vanilla, Mile 23, and the wild end of the fence stretch is Honeysuckle, back at Mile 21, where nobody planted anything at all.