Yet my favorite moment so far wasn't the private bash at the zoo. Nor the marching band. It unfolded on a quiet stretch of 10th Avenue, where a "Peace Corps Veteran" was trading herbs for donations, in honor of her dead husband. I didn't pause long enough for the whole story, just a handful of mint and rosemary. But she still gripped my shoulder and blessed me for stopping, then told me I'd sleep well with the plants beside my bed.
How could I not with a welcome so full of fragrance and goodwill?
Sunset reflections off a mirrored skyscraper, Taylor Street, Portland, OR. Image copyright www.amandacastleman.com |
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