On a slightly different but vaguely related subject, every morning on my way to work I walk past a garden with a lavender bush overhanging the pavement.
Every morning I rub my fingers on the flowers because the smell instantly takes me back to when I was a little girlie of about four or five, and we had a lavender bush in our garden that I used to play next to because I liked the smell.
It also reminds me of my mum, because she loved her garden and was always out working in it while I was playing. I only see her once a year now, as she lives in Crete, but I told her about the lavender bush and she's going to get one for their balcony over there.
How soppy of me
