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