Lavender to Life

I can see the lavender flowers out in the dog park, watching my dog trying to eat the bees around the flowers.

The sound of bees buzzing around the lavender is irritating, yelling at each other.

I can smell pollen from my grandmother’s lavender flowers and her freshly baked cookie, that I get to frost. Turning white fluffy frosting into this rich lavender frosting that looks too good to eat.

Sugar cookies with lavender frosting and sprinkles that taste absolutely scrumptious.

Grabbing the essential oil for my dad and making lavender tea for my mother. Unwrapping the lavender bath bomb for myself.

This is what lavender feels like, smells like, tastes like, sounds like, and looks like.

Lavender’s senses