“As Rosemary is to the spirit, so Lavender is to the soul.”
I snipped the last of the lavender a couple of days ago and set a vase on my kitchen windowsill, but not before taking the fragrant bunch down to the woman cave for some photos. The lavender spikes so pretty, the fragrance fresh and simple; it’s a soothing flower.
I spent a solitary and silent day yesterday writing and working on a project. By suppertime, when Gerry arrived home, my neck and shoulder ached and I was depleted, reminiscent of how I felt during the years when I was writing my book. It was painfully delicious.