Lavender, that is.
Today I've picked some to dry, plucked some for oil and popped some in a vase by my bed.
I never really gave a crap about lavender before I was pregnant with Mollie but during that time I craved the scent like crazy. It was way worse than my iceberg lettuce fascination with Cary. Even more intense than than first trimester need for double-fistin'-alternate-bites of buffalo wings and blackberry cobbler. It's been with me ever since. I have 3 gigantic lavender bushes now, and I'll probably be putting more in before too long.
Its just so good. Clean. Fresh.
Way fresher than buffalo wings, anyway.
Anyway, what am I doing indoors? I have lavender to love up on!
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