I love arriving home after a trip away. Even if the trip away is pleasant, and mine was. We live at the bottom of a little hill. I'm always filled with anticipation and a little anxiety as we crest it upon our arrival taking a satisfied deep breath to see the house standing safe and sound. This week-end I did a lot of journaling and it was good. Putting paint and pen to paper, writing my heart out and getting rid of some uncomfortable feelings I've been carrying around for a bit. I feel rested and relaxed. That is why it was only perfect that on the way home, stopping by a little fruit stand I smelled the wonderful fragrance of lavender. Hanging in the back room where bunches of fresh lavender drying in the heat. When I expressed interest the clerk took me out back to the small field of lavender that was a gorgeous deep purple, the blossoms plump and full, bees were everywhere darting from one stalk to another. I crawled down a row lost in the heavenly scent finding myself nearly too relaxed to get back to the car.