It was the kind of day that is already hot early in the morning and doesn’t cool off until after midnight. My kids dragged the little table out to the driveway around 10am, about the time the street’s asphalt began to soften.
“Mom, today we need to make a fancy lemonade,” Jer said. “You know — the kind you make with that purple stuff,” he added. Jen and Jessie bobbed their heads enthusiastically.
I looked at the vase on the kitchen counter that held a fragrant and lovely lavender bouquet, fresh from the farmer’s market. I lifted it out and set about making my lavender lemonade, an original recipe I had created on another hot summer day in the past.