My messy lavender growing in all directions this spring :) Like my hair.
Sometimes in the morning I'd rub my hands over the leaves so that the smell stays on me, if only for that short while.
They say that the sense is smell is strongest tied to memories.
Today I went to the airport and the smell of it brought back a flood of happy and sad memories.
Perhaps more sad memories because I am always saying goodbye to people I love.
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