Lavender Farm

On Saturday we went to a farm to pick lavender. I know, it's pretty random, but there was a livingsocial deal and I thought it sounded fun and like it would smell good. It was and it did.

The farm itself was pretty small; I have seen pictures of lavender farms in Oregon or Washington where whole fields were purple and bushy, but this was just a few rows of plants between a couple of family houses and a little shop.

Fragrant lavender rows

But the lavender was still very pretty and smelled wonderful. We only took a few pictures because the sun was unforgiving.

Wiggle and me and lavender and cars

 Plus, we packed a picnic and there was a wonderful shady spot to eat.

Wiggle sprinted for the playhouse that was hidden in the shade of the tree.

We enjoyed our chicken salad sandwiches and then lounged around for a bit while Wiggle played in the little house that even had a front porch and a little porch swing. 

Buster spent most of the time talking to Elmo and giving us big grins.

He has a lot to say to Elmo.

Some of his grins are sly.

There is no family pic because Wiggle decided to wrap up the lunch by running away when we told him it was time to leave (with ample warning and an offer of a last ride on the bouncy horse before we packed up). He went up onto the second story porch of the farmer's house and then tried to hide under patio furniture. 

We made a rapid exit. 

How quickly things turn from pleasant to petulant with a toddler. A good day nonetheless.