Ah, Lavender

If you’re following me on Instagram, there’s a pretty good chance you’ve already seen my decadent bundles of aromatic joy: lavender.   My in-laws had a massive patch of beautifully fragrant lavender exactly when my sisterfriend started dreaming of buying dried lavender for her bridal bouquet.  Thanks to generous in-laws, kamik rain boots, a pair of kitchen shears, and a willing husband, we harvested a crate of the purple blossoms in what would’ve been a picturesque, movie-like scene  . . . if I’d had a camera and if it hadn’t been raining. 😉

Despite being on the opposite side of the continent from my sisterfriend, being part of her wedding means planning bridal showers across the miles, hours and hours of phone calls, and – in this case – bundling fresh-picked lavender and drilling holes in my stairway for drying and preserving the florals.

I was secretly hoping the scent would be overpowering and negate the cat litter odor that permeates my home on particularly busy weeks, but instead it’s the perfect curtain of perfume each time I walk up and down the stairs. Exactly the right amount of classy.  Exactly the right earthiness.  Exactly the right accent.

Stretching his hand up to reach the stars, too often man forgets the flowers at his feet.
Jeremy Bentham

Now that I am experiencing first-hand the glory of lavender, I want to go explore Vancouver Island’s Happy Valley Lavender next summer — wouldn’t that be swell?

Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.
A.A. Milne

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3 Comments

  1. These are all so fun! But… Happy Flower Lavender on the Island?! Oh! Now this is something I want to see, too!

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