Thursday, June 8, 2017

“The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows . . .”

~ William C. Bryant

We’re on our way home from visiting Gerry’s mom when he turns off onto an unfamiliar road.

“Where are you going?”

“You said you wanted to see the lavender farm.”

I did. When I saw a sign for a lavender farm that I hadn’t noticed before a couple of weeks earlier I mentioned that it would be nice to pay a visit there sometime. Looks like now is that time.

We drive a short way in country roads–oh, how I love country roads!–and then arrive at the small farm and spend a lovely half hour or so looking around.

The lavender fields are almost, but not quite, ready to bloom. A sign indicates a lavender festival in a few weeks so I expect they’ll be at their peak soon. We will have to return.

For now, we enjoy lavender shortbread cookies as we walk the grounds. I browse in the little shop and purchase a bottle of lavender essential oil. It’s a delightful and spontaneous  change of pace. Another of those simple happy things that enriches my life.

# # #

In my yard the lavender is just starting to bloom. I spent a few minutes taking photos yesterday but the wind and the bright sunshine made for a challenging shoot. Perhaps I’ll try again today.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
1 comment
  1. I cannot imagine how a lavender field would look. What a joy that must be. I do know how fields of canola and sunflowers and other flowering plants look…here in North Dakota. I’ve actually pulled off the road so I could just LOOK.

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.