Bees in the Lavendar

One of the things I love most about England are those big slow bumble bees that cruise about my garden. They look so soft and fuzzy that you want to stroke them. I've actually tried that, but it's such a gentle touch that you sort of miss out on the soft fuzzyness feeling and just get a tiny tickle between your fingerprints.

I love my french lavendar too, and this is probably the last photo I'll be able to take of it, since it's been slowly dying and growing in an innappropriate direction.

There was probably something I could do about that, but unfortunately I am a moderately useless gardener. I latch onto snippets of information and hold them close like formulative laws. I plan to replace the bush though, and start afresh with a new one. French lavendar is so much more photogenic than ordinary lavendar, although the fragrance from the garden variety is really divine.

There was a time when the scent of lavendar just made me think of those little pillows my great aunt made me, which were designed to make my smalls smell of musty lavendar. Dried lavendar is no substitute for a growing bush though.

I thought maybe I could grow an undie tree - a lavendar bush designed for you to hang your intimates on, and thus be gently fragranced when you put them on. With a pretty porcelain pot, and a special spot in front of the window, this could be a really eye catching ornament.