Lavender Fields

A spur-of-the-moment stop by the Lavender farm during Winnie's visit, late in the afternoon.

As soon as we stepped from the car, the scented air rose around us like a wave and wafted the whole essence of Summer over my senses.  We browsed over the field and snipped bouquets of summer memories, while the bees hummed and the late sun slanted warmly over the world.

I hung a sprig to dry from my tent wall, right by the sewing machine, and even though the mornings are already showing a coolness that betokens a harsher world soon to come, I've been hanging on to that scent and the promise it holds that there is summer always alive - somewhere.