Heron Lake Plateau you're an ancient ruin, a symbol of hubris and decay

A laugh bloomed out of her, the final taste of salted blood that she carried; it was raucous like the sea and scratching up her throat, but full of good humor.

Gardening! One look'n you think garden, oh, ohhh, the laughter drowned her a moment longer, then as it lessened she dabbed her eyes. Been a while since I had a good ol' belly laugh.

Those seeds are poppy! Fer sleep. Too much makes it permanent, an' sometimes walkin' dreams - aye? She took a look at the bundle and realized the seeds were scattered across the rest of the items, and her humor was gone immediately. Ah! Aw, nah. I had 'em bundled all careful, musta tore it up. Its all mixed now.

It was her own fault for not securing them better somehow.