Lavender Fields Forever

I am pleased to report that I can check my first Thing off the list. H.W.L. and I went to the Blue Mountain Lavender Fields on Sunday, and had a really wonderful time. The weather was perfect--clear and warm, but not overly so. The fields are a pleasant fifteen-min. drive outside of town, and it's quite possible to believe yourself in Provence.

We garnered four different types of lavender, and took our own sweet time doing it. I was amazed how much calmer I felt as soon as I stepped into the fields--sometimes I think big business's use of aromatherapy (ie in their marketing of same) is such a crock, but there was something clean and relaxing and astringent about the fresh lavender smell that put mass-marketed potions in the shade. An astounding number of bees were working the field. Generally I'm a bit apprehensive of the little critters, but I waded right in, figuring we were all workers together, and that seems to have done the trick. Listening to the wind dashing lightly through the trees surrounding the property, the overpowering hypnotic hum of the bees, the occasional cheerful calls from kildeer (I think), sparrows, and chickadees, and the bleating of the lambs down the hill, while kneeling in warm dirt up to my elbows in lavender: peacefulness.

Superlative company; divine lavender lemonade; shopping accomplished; two lavender bushes planted in my back yard; little bunches of fresh lavender throughout my house.

Check.

Visit the Lavendar Farm

Good friend H.L. (known to most of you Five-Thingers) has been talking to me about the Blue Mountain Lavender Farm for quite some time now. We missed "Lavendar Days" last year. I'm pretty sure we're going to make it this weekend. We both need a break pretty badly, and I think we'll pretend we're in France! Of course, she can speak French. I can read it--slowly--but do NOT ask me to pronounce anything, unless you're looking for a good laugh.

This is handy because I'm going to Texas to meet up with a bunch of long-time girlfriends in July, and I think I can get lots of "Walla Walla" prezzies for the girls here in one swell foop. A bit more girly than I usually am, I know, but it's nature! And art! And...gourmet lavendar sugar! So leave me alone.