Lavender Festival-Part I
This past week-end we visited Tom and Jacque S, our favorite S. cousins in Washington. You may recall the shrimping story of a few weeks ago at their summer home. This time we stayed with them at their delightful home in Sequim (skwim), a very dry area of the Olympic Peninsula; rain is blocked by the mountains to the SW. This makes for a climate similar to Provence and well-suited to the cultivation of lavender. We had a great time sampling the aroma, flavor, and glorious lavender fields as we pretended we were back in France. This required just a short ferry ride...
Unfortunately, the festival folks were big into signs...some of which seemed needlessly restrictive.
Some more formal than others...but they did always said "Please."
We liked this sign better and brought home both white and purple* lavender to dry, as well as a couple other lavender mementos.
*There was also pink lavender...an oxymoron, don't you think?
Please read Part II, above, for the "Rest of The Story."