The evenings are redolent with the fragrant lavender, now blooming.
While associated with purple, I keep finding little flowers that seem to have a maroon color inside. Apparently, blooming with lots of other plants. Most of the folks at the festival on Sunday were complaining of allergies. I wasn’t. I was doing okay.
So much for the good stuff. I loped by Magnolia for some dinner [Capricorn & Capricorn>, and then wound my way back down to the new Amy’s, Aries server, Pisces friend, and from thence, onward home.
Impacted sinuses, too. What missed me on Sunday caught up on Monday. Yet, with some good leg-stretching, I could still make out that lavender.
It’s just too nice to bottle this place up and breathe rarified, refined air. The evening air, drifting through is soft, soothing.
