We go to see the lavender.
We wade through the tickle of summer grass and pillowy fern,
As the river burbles beside us.
You raise your face to the sky and the breeze ruffles your hair,
The sunlight dancing in your eyes.
We hop the old, broken fence bordering the field,
And we laugh as the mud-stiffened cuff of my jeans catches a post.
We walk, we wade through the magnificent purple sea;
We flare our nostrils to savour its perfume.
It stretches, vast and surreal,
Ending only at the forest ridge, grey in the distance,
And there is bliss in the laugh you release to the wind as you tell me
You’ll never forget this.