Lavender Field

Someday I shall run through this field:

In June.

I so very much love the smell of lavender. It is my favorite of smells. I often times run to our small lavender patch and run the lavender into my nose and smell and smell until the sense has gone numb and I can no longer tell what I'm even smelling.

I also like the smell of wet cement. When me and my kid brother, Milo were young children we would run outside after it rained and go lick the driveway because we loved the smell of it so much. I have suffered no serious repercussions. As for my brother, that is hard to say. We wised up as we got older though and no longer have wet-cement-licking habits. I do remember it tasting quite as good as it smells. Such fond memories were those.

While we're on embarrassing childhood confessions I also used to eat chalk. Fortuantely I kicked that habit before I reached the sixth grade.

I do have a normal diet now. In case you were wondering. I don't eat chalk or lick cement or anything else weird anymore.

Actually I was tempted to eat some clay yesterday in ceramics, but the kid sitting across from me did it before I had the chance to and spent the rest of the time over at the sink trying to wash the grit out of his teeth. So I just left that one alone.

Anyway.

I like lavender. And all flowers. My secret ambition is to be a florist. When I'm an elderly woman who is looking for an excuse to get away from her cranky husband's grandpa jokes I will retire to my garden, where I will be able to enjoy an assortment of all the world's most beautiful flowers. Also I will undoubtedbly have a big lavender patch. It's going to be freaking awesome guys.