I was SO sad as spring swept in and revealed that our snow-filled winter had just been
too much for our lavender to handle. Some of our "grand dames" were 5 feet across, 15 years old, and particularly woody, yet gave the most glorious wash of lavender across the back of our property. One plant yielded me overflowing baskets to dry and strip. One plant gave me hundreds of stems.
So indeed, I was sad as time progressed, and I could see the damage. ALL of the babies from last year are lost. Ten plants gone. Our older plants are pretty much patchy bits of lavender and bare woody stems. It truly was heartbreaking.
But then something wonderful happened. An early variety or 2 started to flower. And suddenly I was filled with emotion! Sure, our lavender patch looks sad and needs to be replanted, but the few little areas that are left are simply brimming with LIFE!
My sadness has turned to PURE JOY!
Joy for what's left, for the fight they have fought. Joy for this food for my senses!
Joy that fills a mother's heart as she looks at these surrogate babies and knows that they need her.
Now I look at my lavender, not as a loss, but as a change, an evolution.