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Lavender Memories

Isn’t it amazing how certain scents spark memories? Today, I was washing my hands with liquid lavender soap, and the lovely scent reminded me of a lavender farm here in Idaho called Lavender Acres.   I stumbled upon it last year at the start of spring. I was driving home from church and saw a sign pointing the way to fresh lavender.    I was intrigued and followed the signs to a quaint, little farm.  After I parked, I was greeted by Donna, the very friendly grower. She offered me a complementary glass of lavender lemonade. I must admit, I was skeptical and my face must have shown it, because Donna assured me that it wouldn’t taste the way I thought it would. I took a tentative sip and was pleasantly surprised—it didn’t taste like a flower or a plant. The lavender added a mellow sweetness to the lemon’s tartness.  I let her know I wanted to cut my own bunch of lavender, but had no clue how to do it. I’m a city girl through and through! She was very patient, and showed me the correct way to cut the fragrant stems.  She encouraged me to take my time and enjoy the experience. As I wandered through the different strains of lavender, I was completely at ease and relaxed. The fragrance of lavender permeated the air as the sun warmed my shoulders.  Bees were abundant around the flowers, yet they weren’t swarming around me.  They were too busy with the lovely lavenders. I felt one with the universe.  Once I got home with my large bunch of lavender, I immediately placed them in the vase in the entry way. The great fragrance travelled throughout the house, reminding me of that great experience.
Now, I’m patiently waiting to see the signs on the side of the road again alerting that Lavender Acre is open.  After all, it is spring!!  

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