Sunday, October 8, 2017

Introduction, or L is for Love

I once bought a bag of granola in California made with lavender and love. There were other ingredients listed on the package but “love” came first. I consumed the granola while standing on the banks of Tomales Bay. It didn’t taste like love. It tasted more like going to a fancy party where, because the light isn’t so great in the bathroom, you eat dried flowers by mistake.

I am here to tell you, there is such a thing as too much lavender. Love, on the other hand, that’s a whole other bag of granola.