I saw it and in an instant I knew her blossoms would replace my first love. I am referring to the plant I spotted recently gracefully spilling forth from window boxes.
I Love Lavender.
The rich purple-blue flower spikes are so picturesque sitting on a window sill or hanging from a door knob.
My passion for its scent began one afternoon 5 years ago. I walked through a door but not just any door. It was the door of a 300 year old stone villa perched on a hilltop village in the Luberon Valley in Provence.