Many people know l like Provence because of Lavender .
l write many article about lavender . Lavender is my favorite plant, I don't know why, just love. Blooming in the distant provence, pieces of purple romantic. Aromatic, and landscape be in harmony for an organic whole. At first, I was like the fragrance of it. I later learned that slowly. Lavender means waiting for love.
One of the legends, angels and a down-to-earth lady named kaori garment fell in love. Wings of the first drop of tears for her, for her loss, while the angel endured the pain every day, but they are still very happy, very happy. Joy was short-lived, however, angels are caught back to heaven, deleted that he with kaori garment that happy time, was banished under the earth, he has left a drop of tears, tears into a butterfly to accompany him to the most beloved girl. While taking a garment is still silly wait for him come back. Accompanying her is of the butterfly. Day and night in garden waiting for angel to leave, finally, into one individual plant grass. Will produce the lavender flowers every year. They fly to everywhere, looking for that were under the earth angel. People call the plant "lavender".
Each time saw this story, I will for their miss the regret. I like lavender, because it has a fragrance as if with a invisible sadness. I very want to go to the city full of lavender - provence to see see. There should be able to let me more deeply feel sad. But because this kind of sad. Beautiful flower blossoms, with a scent to calm the mind, with perseverance to waiting for a miracle.