Under the early morning sun in "le Grande Sud", on what was promising to be another very hot day last July, our good friends J & C, called us to their home to help harvest the lavander. Over the previous week, the lavander had exploded into a profusion of colour, fragrance and buzzing bees.
We spent the morning enveloped in the heady fragrance of lavander, trimming the stalks and tying them into neat bundles, in preparation for the drying process.
The fruits of our labours were dried, preserved and poured into sachets. Some became Christmas presents, and others continue to freshen our linens for months to come.