When Aaron asked me what I wanted to do on Saturday, I'm pretty sure he was not expecting to find himself frolicking in lavender fields.
I think he was looking for an answer more along the lines of
a) purchase a new mattress
b) chores that are long overdue
c) hat/cap shopping at Academy, because a man can never have too many hats (...?)
Really, we didn't frolic. Aaron did take me to a lavender farm, though.
It's somewhere between Wimberley and Blanco, which makes for a lovely drive.
At the farm you can cut, snip, pick and smell your own lavender.
After all that hard work to harvest your basket of lavender love, it's nice to sit on the double-seater swing under a big oak tree with your soul-mate while enjoying your lavender ice cream and gazing out across the rolling hill country. Just then, a gentle longhorn may wander over. And if you hold your ice cream out, he might come close enough to sniff it then snort into it deciding he's not in the mood for ice cream. Suddenly, you may lose your appetite as well.
But you will be simply satisfied with the fruits of your five-minutes of labor.
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