(and Yarrow)
early June 2007
Lavendar's blue, dilly, dilly,
Lavendar's green.
When you are King, dilly, dilly,
I shall be Queen.
Who told you so? Dilly, dilly,
Who told you so?
Twas mine own heart, dilly, dilly,
That told me so.
Throwing about the notion of farming lavender. Yes, this would be the sweetest of existences.
Legend has it that Mother Mary set baby Jesus to dry on a lavender bush, and since then it has smelled like heaven.
In other news, lovely friends, delicious dinners continue.
Martin made a wonderful stone path in the rose garden (pictures tomorrow),
and tomorrow will start on our main path. Whew! Hope the weather continues merry and the lemonade flows deep!
