There are moments when I see things…wherever I am…and I feel as if I’ve walked into a painting. I’m sure everyone has these moments…. you know, when you are just knocked out by the beauty of it all. That moment when you are sure that even if you had the ability to paint, or take a photograph, or write a song or a poem…that with all the talent you could possibly posses, it would never be enough to express this most beautiful thing that you are privileged to view. But you ache to do it just the same.
Today’s article was to be about lavender, that venerated plant that grows abundantly here in Provence.
But as I was looking at my photos from last summer, I realized that the endless fields of lavender growing next to the luminous expanse of sunflowers…. cannot be explained. They must be seen.!
Enjoy…but try to imagine the low drone of the bees as they feast on their buffet of purple…
and the perfumed air as the hot sun cooks and coaxes the oils and a light wind stirs the scent and wafts it past your nose.
It’s like art…. but better… because all the senses get to participate.
It's lavender time in Provence. I just had to share!
photos courtesy of Tony Neuman, lavender connaisseur and tour guide extraordinaire