Monday July 19th

Day 89

I’ve never chopped dried lavender flowers before. They bounce under my knife and some shoot to the floor. The stain on the board is purple and fragrant - smeared essential oil of drawer sachets. I need two tablespoonfuls for the shortbread. Biscuits for a special occasion - on Saturday my sister will have been married for forty years. I think she might have been a lavender picker in another lifetime - a keeper of wisdom and wild herbs.