As the rain started to come down but before the heavens opened in full, Joshua (13) and myself (87) managed to pick 100 stems of lavender from the bushes that now form a “wall” where the vegetable patch overlooks the track down to the farm. There are plenty mores stems and by next weekend, if it ever stops raining, I aim to have four bunches hanging up in the kitchen on the old meat hooks embedded in its beams.
The smell is pleasant and by Christmas they will all be dry enough to rub off the flowers to put into small cotton bags which Santa seems to pick up and leave in the stockings of various folk.
We still have several bottles of lavender cordial which Joshua tends to drink at supper and in the freezer in my office there are several tubs of lavender ice cream. It is a “working flower” here at the hovel.
