In a never-ending summer day, put me in a lavender field, especially one that has a yellow door in the middle and I will become Alice – curious, carefree, venturing to drink the bottle, eat the cake, shrink like a telescope and walk through the door in the hope of a fantastic adventure... Put me in a lavender field and the world becomes a sweet tale.

Lavender, brimming with its simple fragrance and pretty purple hue that so many of us love, is, in my opinion, one of the most enchanting herbs. Thanks to the people of Pine-Sol and Terre Bleu Lavender Farm, who hosted a lovely event about the fragrant industry, this August I've been given a chance of walking through the last flowers of the large fields of lavender. If you wandered onto this resplendent property, you might never know you were just outside of a big hectic city; instead, you would rather feel the charming countryside atmosphere of Provence or Tuscany. However, Terre Bleu is the most beautiful organic working family farm in Ontario that grows eight varieties of lavender under the northern climate and produces a range of handmade products – essential oil, soaps, macarons... Certainly, the best place to learn about flavors and fragrances. The best place to enjoy al fresco lunch full of savor and style from the salmon with sorrel sauce, to the lemon tart, lavender ice cream and of course, lavender lemonade. I also explored the distillery where 200 pounds of fresh lavender is broken down to make 500ml of pure essential oil. I met the honeybees that pollinate the lavender plants from which the pure premium lavender honey is extracted. I crossed an enchanting forest only to discover a yellow bench awaiting to hug me... I uncovered myself in the near-finished oil painting of an artist who was working surrounded by sunflowers somewhere in a distance almost unnoticed. 

I was slowly going back to my happy place, one that I have been struggling to find this entire summer. I was gently invited to stop, breath and smell... the roses the lavender... the world...the life... 

I was Alice, "in a Wonderland I lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summer die." 

And most importantly, I went through the yellow door in the middle of the purple sea assured by the words of the owners' 10-year-old daughter that "when I walk through the door, my worries are behind me, my joys are ahead." 

I believed that little girl.  

August just melted as a purple lavender ice cream. A new season is coming and I am excited. I hope for peacefulness, simple pleasures, sweet tales and happy places for all of us. Our worries behind us, our joys are ahead.

• August 31, 2016
• edible flowers

Lavender Fields Forever

In a never-ending summer day, put me in a lavender field, especially one that has a yellow door in the middle and I will become Alice – curious, carefree, venturing to drink the bottle, eat the cake, shrink like a telescope and walk through the door in the hope of a fantastic adventure... Put me in a lavender field and the world becomes a sweet tale.

Lavender, brimming with its simple fragrance and pretty purple hue that so many of us love, is, in my opinion, one of the most enchanting herbs. Thanks to the people of Pine-Sol and Terre Bleu Lavender Farm, who hosted a lovely event about the fragrant industry, this August I've been given a chance of walking through the last flowers of the large fields of lavender. If you wandered onto this resplendent property, you might never know you were just outside of a big hectic city; instead, you would rather feel the charming countryside atmosphere of Provence or Tuscany. However, Terre Bleu is the most beautiful organic working family farm in Ontario that grows eight varieties of lavender under the northern climate and produces a range of handmade products – essential oil, soaps, macarons... Certainly, the best place to learn about flavors and fragrances. The best place to enjoy al fresco lunch full of savor and style from the salmon with sorrel sauce, to the lemon tart, lavender ice cream and of course, lavender lemonade. I also explored the distillery where 200 pounds of fresh lavender is broken down to make 500ml of pure essential oil. I met the honeybees that pollinate the lavender plants from which the pure premium lavender honey is extracted. I crossed an enchanting forest only to discover a yellow bench awaiting to hug me... I uncovered myself in the near-finished oil painting of an artist who was working surrounded by sunflowers somewhere in a distance almost unnoticed. 

I was slowly going back to my happy place, one that I have been struggling to find this entire summer. I was gently invited to stop, breath and smell... the roses the lavender... the world...the life... 

I was Alice, "in a Wonderland I lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summer die." 

And most importantly, I went through the yellow door in the middle of the purple sea assured by the words of the owners' 10-year-old daughter that "when I walk through the door, my worries are behind me, my joys are ahead." 

I believed that little girl.  

August just melted as a purple lavender ice cream. A new season is coming and I am excited. I hope for peacefulness, simple pleasures, sweet tales and happy places for all of us. Our worries behind us, our joys are ahead.

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"Anyway, I think I have something even better." I took a deep breath and let it out. "The Sequim Lavender Festival."

"What's a sequim?" Tess asked.

" It's a town in Washington state," Rosie said. "It looks like it should be se-quim, but it's pronounced squim. You know, that's not a bad idea. It's the lavender capital of North America. I hear that festival is fabulous."...

"It's the perfect trip for us", I said, "and I know we'd have a blast..."

" I hate that," Tess said. "It's such a rip-off. Especially to go to a place  called Squid. They should at least change it to Calamari."

"Squim, "I said. "It means quiet waters."...

... so I kept talking. "Thirty-five thousand people from all over the world attend the festival, and eight separate lavender farms participate. Buses take you around to tour them all... There are different demonstrations at each farm, everything from growing to cultivating to products made with lavender. Plus fields and fields of lavender and lots of other things like beekeeping, pottery, and craft demonstrations."

Tess pretended to snore.

"And there's a street fair going on at the same time, with a hundred and fifty craft and lavender booths, plus music, and food..." I close my eyes for a second and try to remember what I'd read last night. "Grilled lavender pepper sausages... sundry tomato lavender barbecued chicken... levered lemon sorbet... white chocolate lavender raspberry cheesecake... honey lavender lemonade... lavender black currant champagne."

"Lavender black currant champagne?" Rosie said.

I went in for the kill. "Oh, and we can also tour six award-winning artisan wineries while we're there. It's part of the festival."

Tess stopped walking. "Wineries?" she said. "Oh, I am so there."

"It sounds perfect," Rosie said. "I can't wait."

"Okay," Tess said. "I'm almost on board...

Tess sighed. "But after we go to Sequim, we have to do something about world peace, okay?"

Since I read this lovely summer novel "The Wildwater Walking Club" by Claire Cook several summers ago, I have been dreaming of attending the Lavender Festival. Luckily, unlike Noreen (the main character of the book), it didn't take a strategy to persuade my family and friends for a trip to the Niagara Lavender Festival this past weekend. In fact, there wasn't any need for conviction, I had them at "Niagara-on-the-Lake"( one of our family favorite destinations) and "lavender." 

It wasn't a festival of the caliber of Sequim, but it didn't disappoint at all - still everything I expected, and even more. Purple flags were welcoming the guests to the NEOB Lavender , presenting the festival for a third year. Lovely lavender fields filled up the air with a soothing scent. The market area featured vendors and special artisans selling unique lavender creations from lavender scented sachets and pillows to sock monkeys stuffed with lavender. The friendly co-owner Melissa was giving the guests a tour of the greenhouse, explaining the plants they grow, the difference between French and English lavender, details about the distillation process and the product line (the lavender-rosemary shampoo is fantastic and I am not being paid to say this). A wonderful antique store was waiting for those who love antiquing. This year, NEOB was giving away 10,000 Niagara Lavender plants as a part of the charity "purple flower program".

There wasn't grilled lavender pepper sausage, but the lavender pizza from Canuck Pizza Truck was amazing. We enjoyed lavender coffee, lavender crepes, lavender lemonade and even lavender root beer... lavender macaroons and tea biscuits... the peach-lavender ice cream tasted divine... the music was lavender, too (read relaxing). At the culinary demonstrations, we learned how to prepare lavender herb butter panini and poached lavender pear salad. Oh, yes, there was wine tasting as well. But my favorite part of all was strolling through the rows of undulating full bloom lavender, inhaling the aroma and gathering bouquets. You get as big a bouquet as you can get the twist tie around. My husband loved the challenge... 

We had a blast!

And our home smells like lavender, everywhere... 

Thank you to all of you who follow my blog and take time to write kind notes. 

Sharing with Oh, The Places I've Been/ Be Inspired/ Home Sweet Home

• July 17, 2013
• edible flowers

It Smells Like Lavender

"Anyway, I think I have something even better." I took a deep breath and let it out. "The Sequim Lavender Festival."

"What's a sequim?" Tess asked.

" It's a town in Washington state," Rosie said. "It looks like it should be se-quim, but it's pronounced squim. You know, that's not a bad idea. It's the lavender capital of North America. I hear that festival is fabulous."...

"It's the perfect trip for us", I said, "and I know we'd have a blast..."

" I hate that," Tess said. "It's such a rip-off. Especially to go to a place  called Squid. They should at least change it to Calamari."

"Squim, "I said. "It means quiet waters."...

... so I kept talking. "Thirty-five thousand people from all over the world attend the festival, and eight separate lavender farms participate. Buses take you around to tour them all... There are different demonstrations at each farm, everything from growing to cultivating to products made with lavender. Plus fields and fields of lavender and lots of other things like beekeeping, pottery, and craft demonstrations."

Tess pretended to snore.

"And there's a street fair going on at the same time, with a hundred and fifty craft and lavender booths, plus music, and food..." I close my eyes for a second and try to remember what I'd read last night. "Grilled lavender pepper sausages... sundry tomato lavender barbecued chicken... levered lemon sorbet... white chocolate lavender raspberry cheesecake... honey lavender lemonade... lavender black currant champagne."

"Lavender black currant champagne?" Rosie said.

I went in for the kill. "Oh, and we can also tour six award-winning artisan wineries while we're there. It's part of the festival."

Tess stopped walking. "Wineries?" she said. "Oh, I am so there."

"It sounds perfect," Rosie said. "I can't wait."

"Okay," Tess said. "I'm almost on board...

Tess sighed. "But after we go to Sequim, we have to do something about world peace, okay?"

Since I read this lovely summer novel "The Wildwater Walking Club" by Claire Cook several summers ago, I have been dreaming of attending the Lavender Festival. Luckily, unlike Noreen (the main character of the book), it didn't take a strategy to persuade my family and friends for a trip to the Niagara Lavender Festival this past weekend. In fact, there wasn't any need for conviction, I had them at "Niagara-on-the-Lake"( one of our family favorite destinations) and "lavender." 

It wasn't a festival of the caliber of Sequim, but it didn't disappoint at all - still everything I expected, and even more. Purple flags were welcoming the guests to the NEOB Lavender , presenting the festival for a third year. Lovely lavender fields filled up the air with a soothing scent. The market area featured vendors and special artisans selling unique lavender creations from lavender scented sachets and pillows to sock monkeys stuffed with lavender. The friendly co-owner Melissa was giving the guests a tour of the greenhouse, explaining the plants they grow, the difference between French and English lavender, details about the distillation process and the product line (the lavender-rosemary shampoo is fantastic and I am not being paid to say this). A wonderful antique store was waiting for those who love antiquing. This year, NEOB was giving away 10,000 Niagara Lavender plants as a part of the charity "purple flower program".

There wasn't grilled lavender pepper sausage, but the lavender pizza from Canuck Pizza Truck was amazing. We enjoyed lavender coffee, lavender crepes, lavender lemonade and even lavender root beer... lavender macaroons and tea biscuits... the peach-lavender ice cream tasted divine... the music was lavender, too (read relaxing). At the culinary demonstrations, we learned how to prepare lavender herb butter panini and poached lavender pear salad. Oh, yes, there was wine tasting as well. But my favorite part of all was strolling through the rows of undulating full bloom lavender, inhaling the aroma and gathering bouquets. You get as big a bouquet as you can get the twist tie around. My husband loved the challenge... 

We had a blast!

And our home smells like lavender, everywhere... 

Thank you to all of you who follow my blog and take time to write kind notes. 

Sharing with Oh, The Places I've Been/ Be Inspired/ Home Sweet Home

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• September 18, 2012
• autumn

Autumn Call

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• May 29, 2012
• food

le petit déjeuner

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From the early morning hours to the final moments before going to bed we are all tasting the zest of LIFE.

Yes, taste is one of the five senses, which gives us ability to detect the flavor of ... everything.

Have you ever thought what life would be like without taste? 

Such a question always comes to mind when I am sick and have no senses. 

Awful! 

Food, for example, might be less tempting, but Life ...oh, life would be  b.o.r.i.n.g

Thereon, the right question is: when I feel well, do I pay attention to the taste and texture of the food I am eating?

You probably see where I am going with this.

I have read a lot of books about mindful eating and I understand the concept of it :

"Mindful eating involves paying full attention to the experience of eating and drinking, both inside and outside the body. We pay attention to the colors, smells, textures, flavors, temperatures, and even the sounds (crunch!) of our food. We pay attention to the experience of the body." Jan Ch. Bays, M.D. in Mindful Eating. 

Honestly, I can't always do that and it's not always so simple. However, after reading Donald Altman's One Minute Mindfulness, I found that there is some really simple, miniature step that I was willing to incorporate in my everyday life. 

Make the first taste of the day count and the last taste of the day special.  

I know, it may sound awkward, but believe me, it is easy, and makes a difference in experiencing life.

There is power 

in small things, 

right! 

   

When the alarm clock rings and I open my eyes in the morning, I think about this "first morning taste", I really do.

Not necessarily a pleasant one, but it gives me sense of presence and aliveness. It also helps me to slow down and not rush into the hustle of the kitchen and the day. 

One of the most delightful part of my morning is that first sip of my latte - 

not so sweet, 

mellow, 

soft and strong,

with a bitter after-note,

always being accompanied by the first ray of sunlight

bearing the beginning of a new experience.

I remember this taste and whenever I need a second of peace and gladness, I think about it. 

Yet, creating the last taste of the day gives me more delight. Donald Altman wrote: 

The last taste is an opportunity to acknowledge your fullness and satisfaction. It can signify finding balance. Don't take the last taste for granted. End your day by eating consciously and skillfully. What do you want your last taste of the day to be? A soothing cup of aromatic tea? A glass of chilled water?"

It has become kind of a ritual for me to prepare something delicious before going to bed.

My favorite last taste of the day is the flavor of 

                                  LAVENDER Sleep Tight MILK

The recipe is more than simple and I suggest to give it a try.

As you know lavender soothes the body and mind and makes it the perfect ingredient for a bedtime drink. This lavender milk leaves a sense of a delicate taste with a little spicy kick... not bad for the end for the day.

Ingredients:

2 cups milk

1 tbsp lavender flowers ( keep in mind dried lavender flowers are three times stronger than the fresh lavender )

2 tsp honey, preferably lavender

freshly grated nutmeg (optional) 

Put the milk, lavender, and honey in a saucepan and heat it gently until the milk just reaches boiling point. Remove from the heat and let it infuse for 10 min.

Strain the milk into 2 cups and serve dusted with a freshly nutmeg. 

I actually don't like nutmeg and sometimes I dust cocoa instead of it. 

But

don't forget to use your beautiful fine bone china cup. 

Everything tastes better in it :)

Then, with a book and a cup of hot lavender milk

take delight in a simple pleasure.

Pay attention to the taste of the lavender milk-
remarkably comforting in winter.

 Vintage Rosina Bone China made in England

Food and drinks not only nourish the body, but provide nourishment for the soul.

By allowing ourselves to consciously taste the flavor of what we eat and drink, we find the nurturing moments 

that make a life
and
we make more mindful food choices
throughout the day.

What do you want your first and last taste of the day to be, 

dear friend ?

Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my blog!

 

• January 27, 2012
• lavender

First and Last Taste of the Day

 

From the early morning hours to the final moments before going to bed we are all tasting the zest of LIFE.

Yes, taste is one of the five senses, which gives us ability to detect the flavor of ... everything.

Have you ever thought what life would be like without taste? 

Such a question always comes to mind when I am sick and have no senses. 

Awful! 

Food, for example, might be less tempting, but Life ...oh, life would be  b.o.r.i.n.g

Thereon, the right question is: when I feel well, do I pay attention to the taste and texture of the food I am eating?

You probably see where I am going with this.

I have read a lot of books about mindful eating and I understand the concept of it :

"Mindful eating involves paying full attention to the experience of eating and drinking, both inside and outside the body. We pay attention to the colors, smells, textures, flavors, temperatures, and even the sounds (crunch!) of our food. We pay attention to the experience of the body." Jan Ch. Bays, M.D. in Mindful Eating. 

Honestly, I can't always do that and it's not always so simple. However, after reading Donald Altman's One Minute Mindfulness, I found that there is some really simple, miniature step that I was willing to incorporate in my everyday life. 

Make the first taste of the day count and the last taste of the day special.  

I know, it may sound awkward, but believe me, it is easy, and makes a difference in experiencing life.

There is power 

in small things, 

right! 

   

When the alarm clock rings and I open my eyes in the morning, I think about this "first morning taste", I really do.

Not necessarily a pleasant one, but it gives me sense of presence and aliveness. It also helps me to slow down and not rush into the hustle of the kitchen and the day. 

One of the most delightful part of my morning is that first sip of my latte - 

not so sweet, 

mellow, 

soft and strong,

with a bitter after-note,

always being accompanied by the first ray of sunlight

bearing the beginning of a new experience.

I remember this taste and whenever I need a second of peace and gladness, I think about it. 

Yet, creating the last taste of the day gives me more delight. Donald Altman wrote: 

The last taste is an opportunity to acknowledge your fullness and satisfaction. It can signify finding balance. Don't take the last taste for granted. End your day by eating consciously and skillfully. What do you want your last taste of the day to be? A soothing cup of aromatic tea? A glass of chilled water?"

It has become kind of a ritual for me to prepare something delicious before going to bed.

My favorite last taste of the day is the flavor of 

                                  LAVENDER Sleep Tight MILK

The recipe is more than simple and I suggest to give it a try.

As you know lavender soothes the body and mind and makes it the perfect ingredient for a bedtime drink. This lavender milk leaves a sense of a delicate taste with a little spicy kick... not bad for the end for the day.

Ingredients:

2 cups milk

1 tbsp lavender flowers ( keep in mind dried lavender flowers are three times stronger than the fresh lavender )

2 tsp honey, preferably lavender

freshly grated nutmeg (optional) 

Put the milk, lavender, and honey in a saucepan and heat it gently until the milk just reaches boiling point. Remove from the heat and let it infuse for 10 min.

Strain the milk into 2 cups and serve dusted with a freshly nutmeg. 

I actually don't like nutmeg and sometimes I dust cocoa instead of it. 

But

don't forget to use your beautiful fine bone china cup. 

Everything tastes better in it :)

Then, with a book and a cup of hot lavender milk

take delight in a simple pleasure.

Pay attention to the taste of the lavender milk-
remarkably comforting in winter.

 Vintage Rosina Bone China made in England

Food and drinks not only nourish the body, but provide nourishment for the soul.

By allowing ourselves to consciously taste the flavor of what we eat and drink, we find the nurturing moments 

that make a life
and
we make more mindful food choices
throughout the day.

What do you want your first and last taste of the day to be, 

dear friend ?

Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my blog!

 

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An old saying goes something like this: every taste and every smell tells a tale...

OK then, dear friend, if you close your eyes and let the scent tell you where you are, which fragrance would whisper in your head " You are in Provence, dear, you are in Provence ..."

Call it a lack of imagination, but I can only think of LAVENDER. Right, lavender!

Instantly, this calming smell brings me to a Sought France Provence scenery of a pale purple rolling field envelops an old tiny medieval house which remains alone in the middle... and I feel like getting back on my old bike, peddling as fast as I can through these endless lavender fields - the lavender-laced wind is all over my face, nothing in front of me, only the horizon...

We all know that the smell of lavender has significant effects on our moods, but an article in Psychology Today claims that it is finally being recognized for activating our memory, helping us make pleasant associations and alloying our minds to travel freely in time.

What a magical power!

 So, are you coming with me 
or you are already there?

France seems to be the choice of destination these days in the blog land; many of my blogger friends have been blogging and have just come from there, posting amazing photos and sharing wonderful experiences. I got genuinely inspired by this French fever and because I will not have a chance to travel to France any time soon ( who knows ), I decided to take delight in this enchanting and alluring place by simply " SMELLING the LAVENDER "...

and
by losing myself in its magic ...

Do you remember "Practical Magic", the movie ( not so genius, though ) or the book about those two sister witches who carried the family curse - the man they fall in love with will die tragically;

yet, you probably wouldn't  recall one of the famous sayings of Sally Owen:

"Can love really travel back in time and heal a broken heart? I'd like to think so. But there are some things I know for certain: always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder, keep rosemary by your garden gate, plant lavender for luck, 

and fall in love whenever you can".

Also if you were in Provence, you may notice that it had been the absolute norm to spoon a few dried lavender flowers (Herbs de Provence) in your dishes. So, I've just did it, simple as it is - put dried organic lavender flowers into milk in order to prepare all the ingredients needed for a simple lavender cupcake recipe as I promised to follow Melanie's ( My Union Jack) advice : if you find yourself craving your own taste of Provence (oh, tell me about it ) these are more than worth the effort. Be warned though, you will be booking a flight to Marseille before you know what hit you!

Frankly, I have never tried lavender-infused cupcakes before, but what can be a better time for it than NOW. It is a recipe from The Hummingbird Bakery Cookbook and you can find it HERE.

It is easy to make and what a divine result you will have! There is no doubt you will see yourself in Provence enjoying these sweethearts with a glass of rose - why not.

If a trip to Provence is not in our immediate future, that doesn't mean we can't indulge in these fabulous lavender cakes with a very delicate lavender taste.
 The old saying is correct as always -
we just have to be sure to STOP and SMELL the flowers LAVENDER.
"We are only here for a short time" 
( W. Hagen)

P. S.  As the Holidays approach, I thought what can be the better gift for our neighbors and friends than a magical smell and taste of lavender-infused cupcakes that tells a tale !? And why not adding a DIY stamped lavender sachet like the one that I made by the pure linen fabric given to me by my granny, filled with an organic lavender. 

   

Place these sweet delicious treasures in a box, write the ingredients and the recipe in a card 
and knock on your neighbor's door!

 

There are some things I know for certain: the simple pleasures are the precious moments.



THANK YOU for reading and sharing your thoughts!

I am meeting Suzanne for Monday Moments 
   Kathy   for A Return to Loveliness 
  Sarah  for Good Life Wednesdays 
Cherry for Home Sweet Home 
Debra for Vintage Inspiration Friday

   

• November 14, 2011
• crafts

Smell the Lavender

An old saying goes something like this: every taste and every smell tells a tale...

OK then, dear friend, if you close your eyes and let the scent tell you where you are, which fragrance would whisper in your head " You are in Provence, dear, you are in Provence ..."

Call it a lack of imagination, but I can only think of LAVENDER. Right, lavender!

Instantly, this calming smell brings me to a Sought France Provence scenery of a pale purple rolling field envelops an old tiny medieval house which remains alone in the middle... and I feel like getting back on my old bike, peddling as fast as I can through these endless lavender fields - the lavender-laced wind is all over my face, nothing in front of me, only the horizon...

We all know that the smell of lavender has significant effects on our moods, but an article in Psychology Today claims that it is finally being recognized for activating our memory, helping us make pleasant associations and alloying our minds to travel freely in time.

What a magical power!

 So, are you coming with me 
or you are already there?

France seems to be the choice of destination these days in the blog land; many of my blogger friends have been blogging and have just come from there, posting amazing photos and sharing wonderful experiences. I got genuinely inspired by this French fever and because I will not have a chance to travel to France any time soon ( who knows ), I decided to take delight in this enchanting and alluring place by simply " SMELLING the LAVENDER "...

and
by losing myself in its magic ...

Do you remember "Practical Magic", the movie ( not so genius, though ) or the book about those two sister witches who carried the family curse - the man they fall in love with will die tragically;

yet, you probably wouldn't  recall one of the famous sayings of Sally Owen:

"Can love really travel back in time and heal a broken heart? I'd like to think so. But there are some things I know for certain: always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder, keep rosemary by your garden gate, plant lavender for luck, 

and fall in love whenever you can".

Also if you were in Provence, you may notice that it had been the absolute norm to spoon a few dried lavender flowers (Herbs de Provence) in your dishes. So, I've just did it, simple as it is - put dried organic lavender flowers into milk in order to prepare all the ingredients needed for a simple lavender cupcake recipe as I promised to follow Melanie's ( My Union Jack) advice : if you find yourself craving your own taste of Provence (oh, tell me about it ) these are more than worth the effort. Be warned though, you will be booking a flight to Marseille before you know what hit you!

Frankly, I have never tried lavender-infused cupcakes before, but what can be a better time for it than NOW. It is a recipe from The Hummingbird Bakery Cookbook and you can find it HERE.

It is easy to make and what a divine result you will have! There is no doubt you will see yourself in Provence enjoying these sweethearts with a glass of rose - why not.

If a trip to Provence is not in our immediate future, that doesn't mean we can't indulge in these fabulous lavender cakes with a very delicate lavender taste.
 The old saying is correct as always -
we just have to be sure to STOP and SMELL the flowers LAVENDER.
"We are only here for a short time" 
( W. Hagen)

P. S.  As the Holidays approach, I thought what can be the better gift for our neighbors and friends than a magical smell and taste of lavender-infused cupcakes that tells a tale !? And why not adding a DIY stamped lavender sachet like the one that I made by the pure linen fabric given to me by my granny, filled with an organic lavender. 

   

Place these sweet delicious treasures in a box, write the ingredients and the recipe in a card 
and knock on your neighbor's door!

 

There are some things I know for certain: the simple pleasures are the precious moments.



THANK YOU for reading and sharing your thoughts!

I am meeting Suzanne for Monday Moments 
   Kathy   for A Return to Loveliness 
  Sarah  for Good Life Wednesdays 
Cherry for Home Sweet Home 
Debra for Vintage Inspiration Friday

   

Read more »