And it really is summer. Hot. Sunny. A few breezes. Just before the 4th I went out to a lavender farm (Daffodil Hill) in West Salem with some friends and we sat and sipped iced tea, found a few antiques we might want to buy (I really love Hopalong Cassidy),
and checked out the owner’s studio (Judy Phipps).
Then–get this guys–in the 102 degree heat we picked armloads of lavender.
Yikes. We sat on a quilt in the shade and wove pieces of ribbon around the lavender in the age-old way. Start with an odd number of stalks…etc. I was taught by Marylou Green and she was taught by her grandmother, her aunts, her mother. All the women and girls would sit in the Oregon summer shade in the 1930’s and make lavender wands. And so did we.
On The Way 