Usually, when I hear the word “lavender” I think of
- lovely soaps
- the south of France
- the french saying “joie de vivre” (the Joy of Living)
- or the Latin “ars vivendi” (the art of Living).
I would not think of the neighborhood I live in, which is rather poor, with people queuing up in front of the local shop in the morning because they need another bottle of beer, with kids hanging around clinging to a bottle of “I’d-rather-not-know-what’s-in-it”.
But: this lovely lavender you see above is part of a small park in my neighborhood. And it reminds me everyday I pass it on my daily way to work that there is also beauty where we often see only ugliness.