Living in Lavender.
A year ago (or two?), I filled my mind with images of Provence in bloom and decided to plant a dead patch of wannabe “garden” soil behind our house with lavender. The rough rectangle of soil — roughly 9′ x 12′ encircled by the foundation on one side and a low, crumbling stone wall on the other three — was heavy with clay despite years of mulching. This patch of ground refused to grow anything other than weeds, alliums, and one persistent rose bush. Someone told me that lavender can grow in “crap” soil, so I hoped my freshly bought potted lavender plants would flourish there.
The first season (or second?) of lavender flowers yielded 30 bunches (a handful), half of which we gave away dried or made into sachets as gifts for friends and visitors. The rest was put aside to make into soap during the…
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