This field of fragrant blooms
Filled a vase on my dresser
Aromatic, tickling my nose
Taking over my body
Bringing lavender scented dreams
With comfort to my soul
…..
This is my response to the Six Sentence Story prompt “Field” Come join us!
Comfort
This field of fragrant blooms
Filled a vase on my dresser
Aromatic, tickling my nose
Taking over my body
Bringing lavender scented dreams
With comfort to my soul
…..
This is my response to the Six Sentence Story prompt “Field” Come join us!
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I love lavender, lilac, and wisteria. The colors are amazing. Good six here.
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Amazing and scentful. Thank you!
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I love lavender!
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Me too!
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There are lavender fields in our area too. They are so beautiful. The scent is lovely, but I can only take it in small doses.
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It’s amazing how the colors match the effects.
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Your poem is fragrant and relaxing 🙂
I’ve never seen a field of lavender. It looks gorgeous! Not sure if I could handle the intensity of the scent emanating from that much lavender but I’d give it a try!
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Me too!
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Great story–and lavender is SO wonderful!!!
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nice! (word envy… poetry and evoking other senses. very cool)
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Aww shux
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I have just cropped the spent lavender – by the bottom fence. One of the most pleasant Autumnal garden jobs. 😊
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Oh! I am jealous 🙂
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