Lavendar Yellow

A huge lavender bush blooms prolifically beneath my bedroom window. The tall deep purple spikes stand a good 2 or 3 feet, brushing against the brick wall and splaying out over the sidewalk. Every morning when I walk Sugar there are three or four honey bees gathering pollen, not even waiting for any morning dew to evaporate. Savory stuff.

Today I was disappointed to see that the deep purple was turning a fuzzy brownish yellow. Not enough water, I thought with sadness. Our drought is touching everything, even the most hardy plants. On closer inspection, I realized that in fact, the spikes are going to seed and forming little pods along the flower petals. I had no idea lavender did that. I thought it spread through root growth.


I am relieved and happy that the lavender is OK - and even prospering despite the heat and the lack of water. Last year my friend gave me a beribboned spray of lavender and it still hangs in my office over my desk to remind me that there is a while world out there and I ought to slow down and enjoy it.

There is so much life in God's good creations that even when a plant has been harvested and dead for over a year, there is more life in it than you realize, an amazing contrast with the harsh lifeless technology that populates most office spaces. Even if I don't have a live plant, a dried plant will do.