How much better could a Monday be?
Yesterday Mel and I drove out to Armada for the 10th annual Lavender festival that took place this past weekend. We had a great time. Didn’t really know what to expect. It was going to be what it was going to be so we couldn’t be disappointed. We just decided to go and if we didn’t like it, we’d do something else.
It was a beautiful drive out there. It reminded me of driving up north. Lots of farm land and trees. Very picturesque. The festival was what it was. Lavender, lots of lavender. Soaps, oils, dog food, teas, sleep aids. All made from lavender. And tons of dried and fresh lavender everywhere. We took our time and walked around to all the booths. We smelled and touched and sampled. There were even a couple of vendors with homespun yarn. Alpaca and lamb. Beautiful yarn, beautiful worked goods, makes me itch like I was covered in fire ants. My fingers were tingling just from fondling the yarn.
As we were leaving, Mel suggested that we hit the “you pick” raspberry portion of the farm. So we drove to the back of the orchard (which was massive BTW) to the raspberry patch and spent some time in the sun, talking and picking berries. It was nice.
When I got home, I discovered much to my chagrin, that I had forgotten that I had invited my mother to visit yesterday. Good thing she understands that I suffer from “chronic acute Cerebrum flatulentia*”. She just hung out till I got home and left this afternoon.
When she left I went foraging through the fridge for something to munch on and I came across a rather forlorn remnant of a ham and a bag of carrot that have almost seen better days. Turning to the pantry, I pulled out three potatoes, an onion and a bag of dried split peas (something I always have on hand), and made soup. A bay leaf and some spices later it’s simmering and making the house smell good. Maybe I’ll throw together a batch of bread to go with that soup. That sounds yummy. I’m off to mix up some bread dough. Maybe a rosemary/olive oil loaf.