Every fall all of our 900 lavender plants get a final trim, shaping the plants into half-ball hedgehogs. It's nice, fragrant work during the cool, crisp days of the fall. I use a hedge trimmer, wielding it like a sword, giving each lavender a buzz. The late bees are still working and are not eager to fly off when I'm cutting the stem of their flower. The meandering rows of trimmed, orderly half-balls give the fields a sculptured, corduroy texture.
The harvested lavender hangs in the summer store building, waiting to be groomed into the fragrant bouquets we ship all over the country. When I'm working with the dried lavender, it makes me feel good to think it will bring a smile on someone ele's face thousands of miles away.