I’ve been out of town more than in the last several weeks and have one more week to go and then can settle in, look around, and see what has survived our run of heat. If I’d seen any fabulous gardens on my journeys, I would have written something but I didn’t, although I was reminded of something.
I lived in Ashland, OR, for two years, a place where the lavender grows big. I was just over at Lake Chelan, another clime where the lavender is large and oh my, the scent! I’m always giving lavender a squeeze here in Seattle and then inhale the aromatic oils off my fingers; it’s the only way I can really smell the lavender around here. At times, in places like Lake Chelan or Ashland, you can just walk by a planting of lavender and catch a whiff, not overpowering but spicy and delightful. I’d forgotten. It’s enough to make me think I should try the south of France during the heat of summer!