a harvest of lavender
A few years ago, I planted some lavender on either side of the steps leading to the front door of our house. It was sort of a whim, but I love how it’s grown over the years and the scent and color it adds to the entrance. I’m a homebody, anyway, so I love walking up those steps to the front door, but the lavender is an extra perk. It was getting a bit unruly this year, though, and I was encouraged to cut it back by people who know a lot more about gardening than I do. I sort of hated to cut it, but I was told it’s best for the plant and prevents them from becoming woody. So, I went out in the cooler temperatures of the evening, armed with an antique apple basket and new pair of shears, to trim back the lavender. I didn’t realize how much
