I have just been out in the garden in the pouring rain, to pick the lavender. The flowers still think its summer even if we don't. Picking the lavender always reminds me of that little rhyme I learnt as a child, Lavender blue dilly dilly, the thing is we have always said dilly dally past on by me by my Great grandma. So its stuck! I can remember being at her house one summer, bunching up the lavender, whilst watching the wrestling, eating bon bons, learning the rhyme what a heady mix.
