|My first English Lavender in the prime of its life|
In the midst of weeds, tangles, and plants that appeared literally out of no where, my poor English Lavender was overtaken and most likely destroyed. Several weeks ago I discover a tangled mess of dry, brittle stems with no sign of life. Trying to remain hopeful, I still have it in the ground since every trace of weeds and green were ripped up and out in the bed where it once lived for a good 12 years. (That area was literally picked clean for the fire pit that was a huge highlight for my sister's open house. Who doesn't like S'mores?)
Today at the nursery I spotted a very small section of English Lavender for a good price, and went ahead to purchase it. I have missed having fresh arm-filled sized bouquets in my bedroom or near my pillow. The new plant found its home in my "bench garden" among heirlooms such as Sweet Rocket, Johnny Jump Ups, and then some Silvia and other random plants and bushes.
Now if I can get my mind off of those David Austin roses I mused over for far to long at the greenhouse… :)