On a Sunday morning I watch the dogs roll around in the grass looking as happy as a clam about it. I try to be happy about it too, but I know they’re rolling around in their version of “doggy perfume.” It’s probably a dead carcass or some other undesirable smell they’ve found in the yard. How it is an animal with that sensitive of a nose desires to roll around in stench, I do not know.
However, I’ve found something in the yard I wouldn’t mind rolling around in. A little patch of lavender I planted last year has somehow managed to survive my minimalist gardening skills.
I wish I could be more of a minimalist about clutter or dessert. But then again, if these lovely flowers can grow despite my neglect, maybe all is well with my world.
Here’s a little something I’ve found about lavender. A figuratively floral and poetic sweet for the sweet.
There’s a few things I’ve learned in life: always throw salt over your left shoulder, keep rosemary by your garden gate, plant lavender for good luck, and fall in love whenever you can. — Alice Hoffman
No bought potpourri is so pleasant as that made from one’s own garden. For the petals of the flowers one has gathered at home hold the sunshine and memories of summer, and of past summers. Only the sunny days should be remembered. — Eleanor Sinclair-Rhode
Here’s to finding something pleasant to roll around in today.