Okay, okay, I was wrong. Yes, I do know that July is the seventh month and that half of twelve is six, making June the half-way point. Thank you, Mrs. Lumphrey.
Al thinks that all the lavender got into my brain and twisted it.
Apparently inquiring minds want to see where I spend most of my time, so here are a few shots of the Patch. It's not a showroom, but very practical for my purposes. I know where everything is (most of the time) and have to keep slapping my brain to remember to put things back where they belong.
Al done good on this room, didn't he?I can't figure out how to move this over. Bummer. Can we still be friends?
This is how a lavender wand begins.
Then some creative bending and weaving . . . .
and a lot of mess, and days later these are ready to be tied off and tucked in a drawer. I discovered that it's best to get them started then wait for the drying process to take over before finishing.
That picture will be next time. Are you on the edge of your chair? Hang on!
The first apple from our next-door neighbor's Gravenstein tree.
It's so convenient that we can reach the tree from our side of the fence,
with only a minimum of stretching. God forbid I should exert myself to get food.