A childhood dream of visiting the lavender (which blooms in June and July) in Provence has persisted with surprising intensity. In my mind, the purple carpet of flowers represented the France of fairy tales, the France of love stories, the France of dreams…
Now that I live here, I finally had the chance to go. I don’t know why I was so shocked to discover that there really ARE fields of purple as far as the eye can see, that the aroma of the flowers reaches your nose before the sights reach your eyes.
Nothing will compare to the first field I visited… The child in me squealed in delight, and compelled me to take off running between rows of fragrant purple flowers. I made it a few yards when I suddenly became aware of a nearly deafening humming sound. I froze, realizing suddenly that I was in the midst of hundreds of thousands of bees!
Luckily for me, the bees were more concerned with harvesting lavender pollen than me.
Photographed with a tripod and timer