Lavender

I read a story years ago about a valley of blossoming flowers that draws hundreds of visitors each spring. At the mouth of this valley there is a sign that says something like this:

In answer to your questions . . .

1. One woman

2. Thirty years

In thirty years one woman was able to transform a valley of grass and weeds into an explosive floral wonder. As I look at our 640 acres and mull over how in the world to transform all that land into the beautiful place it can be, I think of her story. One woman. Thirty years.

We started planting lavender this year on the sand dunes. Eight people. Year one. 

It's a small start, but it's still a start.