Nothing could keep me away from the lavender farm on Saturday.
Not the record breaking heat. Not the bumpy car ride. Not even venom-injecting insects could keep me from gazing upon, touching and smelling this:
Mmm…..smell that? That’s the scent of sheer bliss.
I was so happy to be outside. Walking around. Looking at pretty things. Talking to other people!
Me: (sounding like a kid eating his way through a life-sized chocolate bar): ‘I’m so excited to be here! This is so great! Where are the chickens??’
Lavender Farm Worker: (first glancing at Craig, then certain he must be supervising me on my field trip from the local psych ward) ‘Um…Okay. Thanks. Um, they’re right outside in the henhouse.’
Knowing that there were indeed chickens on the property I decided to spread out my excitement a bit and head for the lavender field first. Craig gathered the bucket and I picked up our pairs of scissors and twisty ties and we picked our spot to hunker down among the lavender. Being the exceptional photographer that he is, Craig was on his game.
Craig: ‘How about I take a photo of you first?’
(translation): We have about 20 minutes before this heat, walking, and bending plasters itself all over your face. How about a couple of decent photos before you start complaining of swelly belly?
Me: ‘I feel great! Let’s do it!’
How can you not feel like the luckiest gal on the planet when sitting among lavender?
Time to get to work!
While working on my bundle, Craig set off down the hill for a better look at the beehives he spotted when we first arrived.
Ever-helpful, fearless husband: ‘I’m going to get some really good pictures of the honey bees for your blog, okay?’
Me: (mesmerized with my current task) ‘You’re right. It is getting hot out here. Would you bring me a bottled water, too?’
Less than ten minutes later I heard an ‘aaAAAUUUUGGGHHhh’ sound and turned to see that it was coming from Craig. I stood up and watched as he tried to contain that high pitched scream for a second time, flapping his arms around and running back and forth in the field. His sunglasses went flying God-only-knows where. Suddenly it dawned on me that he didn’t go after something to drink.
We met somewhere in the middle of a row and while rubbing his head, he swore that he was at least 10 feet away from the hive. Apparently the bees didn’t think that was far enough. Thankfully he’s not allergic to bee stings. From what I can gather, one of these photos provoked the attack:
See how devoted we are to this blog? Craig is willing to march off into venomous stinger territory for a good photo, and I am unknowingly more than willing to let him! That’s dedication, folks!
After the excitement wore off (I wish I could say the same about the two throbbing knots behind his ear – yes, he was stung twice!) Craig took over the cutting while the camera and I nestled in among the bees. They were literally everywhere and didn’t mind sharing the lavender blooms with any of the harvesters. (personally, I think it’s just when someone tries to get all up in their business that they become aggressive, but don’t tell my husband that).
Have I mentioned how much I LOVE digital cameras? I must have taken close to a hundred photos. Here’s just a few which also gives you a sneak peek of what to expect in my notecard shop on Etsy once it opens :
Once satisfied with my snapshots I gathered my husband, who’d by then found his sunglasses and we took our lavender inside to pay. Since I’ve been unemployed for 2 months I’ve been extremely careful about unnecessary spending, but I simply had to add another purchase – a total impulse buy, right next to the cash register: a lavender brownie. Mmm……
After we paid for our goodies I went in search of the chickens. It was so hot outside by that point, they weren’t too eager to entertain me with their presence. However, one must have felt sorry for me (or got tired of listening to my bellyaching about how miserably deserted the chicken run looked) and came out for a swift strut before heading back inside.
Figuring that was a smart idea, we decided it was time to get out of the heat and head for home. Remember last week when I mentioned that I didn’t have much of a sweet tooth after my hysterectomy surgery, which left me wondering what the surgeon ‘did’ to me in the operating room? Well, let’s just say that the lavender brownie never made it past the car ride home. And I didn’t have to share it, either. Craig tried lavender infused chocolate once and though I loved the unique taste, he never quite got over it so he didn’t even ask for a bite.
I’m not yet sure what I’m going to do with my two bunches. They sure look pretty, and they smell fantastic.
Even my serenity frog thinks so!
Did you know that you can use lavender in lots of edible goodies? If you like the smell of lavender, it tastes much the same way. Try substituting the leaves and stems in recipes that call for rosemary. Ask to be sure that the lavender you use has not been treated for pesticides and remember, a little goes a long way. Lavender iced tea, anyone?
Have a great Tuesday and for all of my US readers, Happy Independence Day tomorrow!