I keep a pot of lavender near the table in my garden. The smell is just overwhelmingly beautiful. I was sat at that table one day while my friend related the trials her sister has faced since her brother-in-law left for Afghanistan. If you couldn't see your lover, i thought, how much more beautiful would he be? If you couldn't taste your lover, wouldn't he taste better? I decided, then, that love, separated by distance, and combined with the flattering memories one would have of that love,


I came home early last night; put a pot of coffee on.  I went out to the garden and cut some lavender while it brewed, and took the lavender and coffee with me and ran this super hot bath, which I laced with the lavender petals and almond oil.  God it smelled good.

  I never did drink that coffee. 



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