It took me such a long time to accept and come to terms with the fact my mother had died in 1999, even to the extent I couldnāt say she had died. She collapsed and died of a major stroke. For so long, I only referred to it as, her accident. She was my anchor and my inspiration.
I too remember draping washing over lavender shrubs when we lived in Provence. Always with pillowslips especially and the scent of lavender in the bedroom was divine.
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