Lavender, Photos and Text by Corey Amaro
A few miles before the Valensole plateau the scent of lavender filled the air, we knew we were approaching the long, neat rows of lavender, and pressed ahead. Since I usually return to California for the summer, I have missed the lavender blooming against the blue provencal sky.
Yesterday, French Husband and I rode our motorcycle with our friends Valerie, Francis, and Tony on the backroads to Valensole. Being on a motorcycle, riding through the lavender fields was better than being in a car. I imagined this is what it must feel like to be a bird: soaring high, and intoxicated by the lavender scented air.
My friend Valerie and I took a million photos. Do you see her in the middle of the lavender field? I swear the scent of lavender went straight to our heads, we couldn't get enough of it.
Crazy girl running in the lavender field, I gotta to admit she was a happy, crazy girl.
Five friends, four motorcycles: I rode behind French Husband on the mean, motorcycle machine, and I didn't squeeze him to death from fear, in fact I hugged him with pure pleasure… Since our bike is more of a cross country bike, we ventured through the rough, rocky, path along the lavender fields. God, was that fun! It was a natural high kind of day.
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