I have just been out in my garden hacking away at the lavender. Gasp! I know. Lavender, like rosemary, should be sacrosanct, but my garden is urban. There is only so much ground space that isn’t asphalt. I planted two, yes two, lavender plants a few years back and this year they have exploded to the size of a VW bug–not really, but nearly, truly. They’ve taken over, including sneaking in over the tomatoes, and I can’t have that.
Homegrown tomatoes, being much more difficult to cultivate than lavender or rosemary should be on the endangered flora list and given whatever they need to propogate and lavish my pasta, basil and feta dinners.
So it got hacked. And let me just say it’s true: you can have too much of a good thing. I love lavender, but now I reek like I’ve bathed in it and I can’t seem to smell anything else. I need some “no lavender” time-out to regroup my senses.
Maybe, a heady cheese dip smothered on French bread. (I went a little nuts at the farmers market today–nectarines, prunes, peaches, garlic, onions, tomatoes (mine aren’t producing quite fast enough), a bear claw and a sourdough baguette. )
Okay, that about did it; I’m hungry. Off to the kitchen,