Dear Reader,
It is widely believed that lavender first originated from the Mediterranean, the Middle East and India around 2,500 years ago. It is known that the Egyptians made perfumes with lavender and when Tutankhamun's tomb was opened traces of lavender were found and its scent could still be detected.
In ancient Egypt it was used as a perfume and as an essential ingredient for incense. Lavender was a favourite ingredient in herbal baths of both Greeks and Romans. During the Middle Ages it was considered an herb of love and was used as an aphrodisiac.
Lavender flowers represent purity, silence, devotion, serenity, grace and calmness. Purple is the colour of royalty and speaks of elegance, refinement and luxury. The colour is also associated with crown chakra, which is the energy centre associated with higher purpose and spiritual connectivity.
During the Middle Ages the Catholic Church strew lavender during holy days to ward off the evil spirits and people would scatter it on floor to keep stuffy rooms smelling fresh. The herb became even more popular during the plague where it was used in the famous Four Thieves Vinegar to repel fleas.
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From John Clare March 11th 1825 in Northants
'The frogs have begun to croak and spawn in the ponds and dykes'.
From Gilbert White March 18th 1780 in Hampshire
Green plovers on the common. The uncrested wren, the smallest species, called in this place, the chif -chaf, is very loud in the Lythe. This is the earliest bird of passage, and the harbinger of spring.
From John Ruskin March 19th 1867 in Denmark Hill, Surrey
'Desperately cold, with huge-flaked snow. The worst of January, November and March all in one.'
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Blue Gingham Dress
She was wearing
a blue gingham dress
long sleeved, with lace collar,
one summer evening in July.
A sweet smell from lilies
lavender bushes
roses and orange blossom
drifted on the air,
the sea sapphire
played its own repetitive tune
soft and enticing,
and a southerly wind blew.
Suddenly he took her hand
drew her near
kissed her urgently,
then came a call
they broke in two
ran back to the house
her heart racing
knees weak, on fire.
The gingham dress
worn and faded now,
hangs at the back of the cupboard,
but the kiss is still as fresh
as it was on that one
summer evening in July.
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With very best wishes, Patricia
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