2020 was the first year I planted lavenders. The largest one, shown in this profile picture, withered and died out after a long beautiful flowering season. Fortunately, three small ones survived and they are thriving in the winter.

Not sure why, but I have always thought that the name lavender suggested something sentimental. Before covid time, every now and then, I would go to a cozy local cafe named The Drawing Room. Sometimes, I was the only one in the cafe, either before the late morning or after the early afternoon crowd. I would order a pot of lavender tea and a cranberry orange flavored scone. The owner’s favorite music seemed to be love songs, slow, sentimental, in French.

"Under the Paris Sky" --https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vol9dZ-t93s

Roses are red, my love
Violets are blue
Lavender’s purple and sentimental
But not as sentimental as you