One of my most vivid vacation memories is when I walked out the back door of the MacArthur Place in Sonoma, California and was immediately encompassed by the smell of lavender. It was almost magical. It smelled like relaxation and happiness. Greg has tried to recreate the smell for me in our backyard -
Our lavender grew, but it doesn't have a very strong scent. You have to get right up on it to really smell anything. So, as the humidity starts to rise and the mosquitoes start to come out, I am going to press my nose up to this lavender and dream of cool, bug-less California.
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