Every morning, while Hank and I go for our walk, I pass the same giant lavender bushes. I'm usually walking passed them as fast as I can since they're full of bees, but I spend just enough time at each one to smell the strong and relaxing scent. They're so beautiful, and they remind me of my parent's home--my mom has quite a few around their yard as well. I'm trying not to take it too personally that everyone's seem to be growing like weeds and mine are struggling to stay alive...
I don't know if it's the smell or the color that I like more, but then I realize that I don't have to choose between the two.
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