Lavender

When the sun sets lavender lingers through out my home. The lights are dimmed it reminds me that my Mothering days are fading. There is no longer a peanut butter glaze around each doorknob. No longer do I trip over mountains of tennis shoes or dirty laundry. The phone rarely rings... Yet I think of you all in such a special way as the sun sets and the lavender lingers.
I smell fall rolling in, I feel these sunny days nearing an end. The sun is setting earlier, I catch myself and pause as I close my eyes and smell the lavender a hint of mandarin orange, I allow it to kiss my nose, it calms me before I chant.
My garden will soon be gone, yet the smell of lavender will linger on.

10-01-03
Pulished