“Do they do anything with the lavender?” There used to be several rows of Pacific Blue lavender, her favorite variety of the flower.
“Joel used to, but he’s getting older. His hip bothers him most days, especially when the weather is colder. I take care of the animals and maintain all the equipment. We both tend to the lavender, but I don’t have enough time to take on another farm full of it.”
“My granddad’s farm was eighty acres, with twelve different varieties of lavender.” She felt warm and woozy, full of great memories of her summers out at the farm. “I loved summer on the lavender farm. Granddad would tell me stories about his father, and he showed me how to ride horses…” Her voice trailed off into happiness. “It smelled so good out here, and everything seemed more magical than my d
