There's a magical wildness about the lavender plants this year.
They are now all four years old and I guess a little past their best due to being uprooted, moved and replanted at completely the wrong time of year, but they have flowered abundantly.
The scent as I brush past them to get to the washing line is amazing.
And it seems I am not the only one that can smell their inviting aroma ....
.... they are full of bees, and I mean FULL.
They flit from plant to plant, from stem to stem, busy little buzzing bees, it makes the garden feel alive and vibrant. I have not picked any of the stems for the house this year, the bees need them much more than I do, so I'm getting my pleasure instead from crouching down and spending much more time than I should watching the furry insects that I love so much and that do us all so much good.
Lovely Hubby is being initiated in the art of bee keeping by a friend at work as he's keen to get our own hives in the future. He's just given us a small piece of honeycomb, the sort you would normally buy from a Farmers Market in a jar so we can sample his delicious honey. He's not taking much this year his colonies need it for Winter so we feel very lucky to have some of this liquid gold.
Now Lovely Hubby has popped it in the fridge and I don't think it needs to be, as honey lasts for years and years due to its antibacterial qualities. Am I right or is he - it's bugging me - HELP!!