The back portion of the plant nursery looked abandoned. Not many people were looking for plants this time of year so all of the bright plants were at the front to encourage the few customers that they had.

She loved wandering museums as much as the next person, but she was getting bored. How many more rooms of paintings of well-coifed and dressed up people could there possibly be?

It sat on the counter. Just a key on a keychain with no indication of what it opened. He picked it up and looked closely at it.

As you pull in from a long day out working and just flat-out getting stuff done, you slowly walk to the door and fumble around with the key. I open it from the inside for you and hold my hand out – helping you across the threshold. “Well, hello, stranger… ” you say as you step in.

Just inside the door I have a blanket, folded up and on top of a big picnic basket.

“What’s this,” you ask, “are we going somewhere?”