I have a thing for lavender. Not to say I don't love rosemary. And the scent of vanilla can be sweetly soothing. But there is just nothing like that pungent, almost overpowering scent of lavender. Now I don't mean that fake, made up potpourri stuff. I'm talking about the plant in bloom.
The other day I stopped at the garden stand up the road and grabbed three plants to spot around the house. Because, you know, the two I already had just weren't enough. Also, I do tend to kill them off in the winter in Vermont - no matter how sunny my window gets.
Fresh, dried, or tucked in with the sheets it is a scent that never gets old for me. One of these days I'm going to travel to Provence and just rest in a field of it.
Until next time,