A flower "of middle summer", that was William Shakespeare's take on lavender in The Winter's Tale. And for a few short weeks in July the lavender farms hereabouts prove the point. Catch one open - harder than you'd think - and you may stand in a sea of blue that's abuzz with bees and pick some lavender to take home. Sometimes there is lavender ice-cream to be had, sometimes jars of thick lavender honey. Always the air is heavy with the flowers' heady scent.
Tied tightly with a loop of twine these have been hanging, heads down, in the dry air of the attic for a week or two now.
A different William, William Shenstone, nailed that part of the story ...
And lavender, whose spikes of azure bloomPersonally I like my lavender to do its lurking from inside a lavender sachet, and the next batch of sachets I make will be edged with this ... hand knitted lavender-grey perle cotton picot points. What do you think?
shall be, ere-while, in arid bundles bound
to lurk amidst the labours of her loom
and crown her kerchiefs clean with mickle rare perfume ...*
* William Shenstone, The School Mistress, 1742