Who can refute the beautiful life? I breathe deeply. letting the feeling swallow me whole. The day was born into beauty, with the earth curving into a landscape of blooms. I am in the land of plenty, with a picture on every corner. Who could resist as you walk capturing them as the gentle breeze blows through the loose ends of the tall grass?
Please take me far and away
From all that makes sense
To that place
Where it can be
Just you and me
With the lavender fields
And the landscaped of life
Today is a #BeautifulSunday by @Ace108, where we share our day in the most possibly beautiful way that we can. Today is a great day for taking a deep breath and inhaling the Lavender Farm as I walk through its fields of it. I am having the best of days, a definite #SublimeSunday in the making, by the Meister of my morning, 
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center>Lavender is called by its given name, the leaves show off a beautiful shade of lavender. Fields of lavender usually are in full bloom in this area in July, in the middle of some of the hottest days of summer. The prettiest fields I have ever seen are in France, their perfume permeating the rolling hills of Provence.
This is but a far cry from all of that, but, we dropped in to see this new to us field. I am sure this is just the beginning of a beautiful relationship. The mounds of flowers are just beginning to bloom, the English Lavender. The French type is lagging behind as it is in its nature. I can envision the day that the fields are full and there is no punctuation of dirt between the plants. It is just time and patience and one day, this too shall look like a beautiful purple wave.
There was very little lavender blooming right now, caused by the late cool weather and the rainy spring that we had. There was a lot of echinacea blooming and other medicinal flowers. Everything about this farm whispered home, the lemonade and cupcakes served really drew a crowd.If you wanted to bring your own picnic basket, you could spread your blanket out under one of the shade trees, bring you pup, and kids too. There was a playground and a petting zoo. Did I mention there was lavender, just waiting in line to bloom?
Different varieties of yarrow dotting the fields. I promised to bring some different yarrow that I had, I find trading plants is gratifying to both parties.
The drifting of my thoughts
Begin and end with you
As I wander through,
Nothing does it better
Than the gentle scent
Of your petals
I was gifted the purple pass, which allows me to go in every day until the end of the season. You may bring a guest for free and both of you may take home 20 blooms each. We cut out 20 each and brought them home to dry. I already decided to make a couple sachets for the bedroom. How many people like lavender and what do you use it for? It was, indeed a #beautifulsunday, sublimely so. I intend to go back a few more times and pick more lavender. It is really inexpensive to pick more, but, I get if for free, so I will keep doing that. Wandering around a lavender field? I could do worse.
Speaking of #sublimesunday, when I got home from the Lavender Farm, I could hear the tinkling of water once again. I had turned it off to clean it before I went out and when I got home, it was clean and running again. Truly a #beautifulsunday. I was ready to have a good weekend after the challenging day I had Thursday night. But that is a post for another day. And just like that, this show is over. Come back tomorrow and I'll do it again!
Speaking of the word up and I know you weren't... but, if you were, I was reading tonight something that made me laugh. When it threatens to rain, we say it is clouding UP. When the sun comes out we say it is clearing UP. When it rains, it gets the earth wet and often messes things UP. When it doesn't rain for a while, things dry UP. One could go on and on, but I’ll wrap it UP, for now, my time is UP, so it is time to shut UP about up! ...Excerpts are taken from “Our Crazy English”
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
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