October 2

A week or so, Hart harvested the lavender from the garden. Cutting the stalks close to the ground, he bundled them into a big armfull and bound them together with twine. When you hugged it close to your body, the scent was alive and intoxicating.

I'm grateful he put the whole bundle in our basement bedroom. All it takes is a brief touch and the air is filled with the smell of summer.