Provence is a land of legends – and Lavender is a legend unto itself
There was once a lovely young elf maiden whose name was "Lavandula". She was blonde with pretty blue eyes, and was at the origin of all the wild lavenders on Lure Mountain.
One day, as she was thinking about places where she could settle and leafing through her book of beautiful landscapes, the elfin maiden stopped right on the page of Provence, and started crying tears of sadness, as she saw all the uncultivated arid land. Lavender-coloured tears dropped onto the open page. Embarrassed, the little fairy dried her blue eyes, but drying her tears made fine lavender teardrops scatter all across the page.
Desperate to cover up her tear drops, the fairy drew a vast blue sky over all of Provence. Since that day, lavender has grown on the arid soils and the young women of Provence have lavender-flecked blue eyes – especially in summer afternoons, when they gaze at the sun-filled skies that light up the flowering lavender fields!
A nice legend and a few drops of essential oil of true lavender to relax… all you need to unwind, and dream away!