Gram grew lavender in her small garden patch–

it was her sole luxury in a garden where all the

tomatoes and beans and carrots and corn were

Needed to grow, can, and store for the winter,

in jars, in the root cellar, with dried beans strung up and

dried in the rafters.

But the lavender that was Gram’s sole luxury

was lovingly dried and crushed and packed into

small sachet bags to put in the corners of her

chest of drawers, replaced annually so that

essence of lavender was a scent I always

associated with my grandmother.

When she died, I collected all the little sachets in

her house and placed them into the coffin with her.

–Sandra Lee Smith

January 10, 2015/updated July 14, 2018

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