Sweet Lavender

We have an innate ability to use our senses to take us back to memories, good or bad, of places, people or events. I find the sense of smell to be one of the most vivid and intense. One waft of camphor and I am right there with my Nana cuddling up to her and her cashmere cardigan - The hint of tar and I recall the trauma of having pine tar baths to soothe an angry case of chicken pox - The sweetness of dewberry reminds me of my sister. It was her first perfume, one that I wished for longingly.

And then there is lavender. That fresh, sweet smell that I have grown to adore. It has to be one of my most favourite. I am not certain whether my Mum loves it as much as I do, but one thing is for certain, it reminds me of her. Growing up, we had dried lavender in bowls, freshly picked lavender in vases and a small patch of sweet aromatic lavender growing in the garden. For me, lavender will always be sweet, homely & comforting - and hence, the reason behind this blog being affectionately named Lavender Blue.