I came home from work one day to find a box full of lavender that had been cut from the front garden. This is from one of my oldest lavender plants; I am pretty sure that she is over five years old. She has nicely spread to cover the edge of the path and just a few feet away, among the coral coloured rocks, her babies (many babies) are growing taller and bushier patiently awaiting the day when they will be moved to their new home in the back garden. This does not look like very much lavender but I do appreciate the fact that someone took it upon themselves to harvest these sweet smelling bundles. It does not take much to make one happy.