In kindergarten we’d crawl through the lavender field to pick up some other kind of flowers that would grow only there. We wouldn’t pick up lavender. We would pick up, if I remember correctly, some flowers we would call stars. They were white and with sharp petals. The guard would blow his whistle, thinking we were picking up lavender. We had no way of explaining him what we were doing. Our nanny would also not believe us. Those starry flowers became a rarity and a treasure among our group.

lavender field –
the way we are scolded
out of the blue