Bundled up in the Public Notice section of the newspaper and smelling like heaven, this lavender came from my uncle Pierre's garden as a housewarming gift. It's maybe the prettiest thing. I've let it dry out and gathered up the buds (the newspaper was key in this process because, what a mess!) but now I need to choose what to do with them. So far I've been carrying these bowls around under my nose. Very pleasant but rather unproductive.