I guess it comes from living in a university town, but over the years I’ve listened with envy to women talking about their “book clubs”.
Well, late last year I had the opportunity to join my first book club, and it’s the smartest move I’ve made in a while.
Ours may be a little different. It has a distinct gardening focus with the emphasis on one of our Centre County Master Gardener projects, the Snetsinger Butterfly Garden at Tom Tudek Park. That said, the books we read may revolve around plants and pollinators, but they also touch on issues dealing with race, foster children, relationships, and millennials making their way in life. And in the meantime, our discussions help us see into each other’s hearts, even over Zoom.
On Valentine’s Day we tackled The Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh, a riveting novel tied in a bow with Victorian floriography, communicating by code using flowers. Most the time our “homework” is simply reading the assigned book, but for this month’s meeting, we also shared our favorite flower. Mine was lavender:
The first time I met lavender, I was working for a landscape designer, weeding gardens in the Lehigh Valley. After a day of work at the home of a CEO, I told my boss that I should be paying the CEO and his wife to be able to work around such a fragrant drift of plants.
The Victorians and The Language of Flowers say lavender is a symbol of mistrust.
Blame it on Cleopatra. The story goes that a poisonous snake struck and killed Cleopatra. It was hiding under a lavender plant.
Lavendula is a member of the mint family, with 47 species. Lavender repels insects and deer yet it provides nectar for bees. For humans, it is a flower and an herb that delights all five of our senses.
- Sight: After a trip to Provence, fields of undulating rows of blooming lavender are etched in my mind.
- Touch: The velvety buds on the flower stalk or in a bath-salt infusion fill you with calm and wash away your cares.
- Smell: The fragrance of the purple-blue flowers and gray foliage shares a heavenly scent throughout the three seasons of the Pennsylvania garden. And by weaving a lavender wand, you can brighten the winter blues for years.
- Sound: I needed help on this, and Lyrics.com provided assistance. “Lavender,” the site reports, is found in the lyrics of 317 songs. Dating back to 16th century England is the “Lavender’s Blue (Dilly Dilly)” lullaby. Centuries later Frank Sinatra crooned of giving his father “a most lovely lavender tie” (ok, that’s the color not the plant but I love listening to old lavender eyes) and The Kinks rocked out to wanting to live on “Lavender Hill.”
- Taste: There’s lavender honey, lavender tea and lavender kombucha, lavender scones, and my favorite, a culinary memory from a courtyard café in Ghent—toasted country bread with a smear of goat cheese, sprinkle of lavender buds, and a drizzle with honey.
Trust this: Refinement, grace, purity, serenity, calmness … unforgettable lavender. Laurie Lynch
Bookworms Unite: The other books we’ve read so far are The Language of Butterflies by Wendy Williams, Flight Behavior by Barbara Kingsolver and A Honeybee’s Heart Has Five Openings by Helen Jukes. I recommend them all.