Every year we treat ourselves to a visit to the lavender fields. It’s like a pilgrimage we make. To stand and gaze upon them is such a satisfying and pleasurable experience. Purple is a strong colour and I find that if you look at the field long enough, it’s as if everything around you takes on a purple hue. The image I took here shows one of the numerous fields. It was a good day.
The melodious sound of birdsong filled the air, but another sound gently joined the chorus – the soft rasping of Bulrush leaves locked in playful duels with one another.
Just to say that I’m sorry about not visiting all the blogs I follow, and also for not posting any new posts. I haven’t been well for the last week or so, but am now well on my way to recovery. Look forward to re-connecting with you all.
