Henry and Stella were excited. It was a perfect summer day in Coastal Maine. The sky overhead is that deep, clear robin's egg blue we all dream about. The wispy, white clouds plying this blue sea only added to the serenity Birds were going about their daily business, and their song, while in the distance was tranquil and reassuring. The humidity, which had been present for the last few days was gone. Mother Nature had cleansed this part of the world last night, and the air was fresh and pure. All was well with the world and the farm. These days were Dad's favorite to be out in the fields, and as Henry glanced that way, he could see Dad, back bent, and at work. As always, Dad was worrying about this year's crop. "What else is new," Henry thought. "Dad always worries until the crop is out of the ground, cured and ready for storage. Yes, weed pressure was much greater than Dad was used to. Why wouldn't it be? It was the first year on new virgin soil. The seed bank is high, and thus the war will be harder to fight. In the end there may be less seed quality garlic, but there will be plenty of table garlic. Dad needs to relax and embrace nature's rhythm. We still have a couple of weeks for the garlic to size up. We may have a bumper crop yet." These thoughts ran through Henry's head as he watched Dad amidst the sea of garlic, that was starting to dry down, leaves showing that they were dying, giving their sustenance to the developing bulbs below ground. Henry's thoughts suddenly shifted to matters at hand. He and Stella were sitting next to Mom's convertible awaiting the days adventure. "Remember our garlic braids Stella?" Henry asked. "Yes, what about them?" She replied, absentmindedly scratching her ear. "Well, we need flowers to weave into our garlic braids and Mom is taking us to our friend's farm." Henry said. "What farm is that again?" Stella asked. "You know, Glendarragh Farm Lavender. It is Lorie and Patrick's farm in Appleton. When we go for rides to Camden this time of year, we can smell the aroma of their lavender miles before we arrive." Henry replied. "Oh yes, this is the place where the people harvest lavender, while we walk their nature trail around their property. I especially like to listen to the Bobolinks, and watch them fly. Why do you think they have their tuxedos on backwards?" Stella asked him. "Sis if you want to know why those birds look like they do you will have to pay more attention when Mom and Dad are talking. I've always said you spend too much time licking yourself when you should be listening!" "Well, a girl needs to freshen up Henry. You just don't understand." "Anyhow, Henry retorted, ignoring her last statement about her questionable grooming habits, as you an I are the supervisors, we are free to explore, while the others harvest." "Great!" Stella said with an enthusiastic thump of her tail. She was all about exploration, not so much about working. At this moment Mom comes out the house, and after getting Dad's attention, blows him a kiss, and opens the door of the car, and Henry and Stella pile in. They assume their positions in the backseat, awaiting their beautiful chauffeur. Mom starts the car, and as they drive off, Henry and Stella's sniffers start to work overtime. There is so much to smell in the pure, clean, summer Monroe air. Stella looks at Henry, who is sporting his usual crooked Snaggletooth grin, and his long wavy hair blowing in the wind coursing through their convertible, and is struck by the thought that she loves her big brother. He is a gentle, goofy dog who is always looking out for her. "I can't wait to explore Glendarragh farm today. I know I told Henry I couldn't wait to see the Bobolinks, but really what I hope they have is some yummy tic tacs!" Stella unconsciously licked her lips, and nuzzled her brother. All is well in the world.
Yes Henry and Stella, all is well. We hope you all enjoyed our story, and are enjoying Summer. There is so much to do; even so, make sure you take time to enjoy all the beauty that surrounds you. And to our friends at Glendarragh farm, thank you. It will be an honor incorporating your beautiful, fragrant lavender into our braids.