He cut and chopped and wacked and filled several cakepans full.
I know it is more romantic looking to tie them in bundles and hang them from the ceiling,
but I have a huge reality pill to swallow each day.
Settling for cut and in cake pans in the garage was good enough for me.
That’s my Type A person learning to be a Type B person.
As I had time, I would wander into the garage to separate the buds from the stock.
The smell greets me every time I go out to the freezer, the workbench or the craft area.
My husband will have the only lavendar scented tools in the neighborhood.
Beka stepped into the project as satchet filler. She loves giving them away as gifts.
As Beka likes to say often, “We have fun together, don’t we Mom?”
What started as a stress point on my never-ending-always-growing
TO DO LIST,
became a memorable family project.
My husband may have lavendar scented tools,
but I have love scented lavendar.