1.2 Lavandula
I was picking herbs in my favorite clearing. I always liked to go scouting for new ones. My garden was a thing of beauty and it hadn´t happened over night or spontaneously; it took me years of seeking, transplanting, and caring for all manner of medicinal, aromatic and cooking plants in our region. It really became what it was when I started cultivating foreign plants, though. My favorites were basil and vanilla. But orange blossoms could not be forgotten.
I was happy with my findings, and about to head back to my tiny cottage, when I felt the hairs on the back of my arms and neck stand. It was not an entirely unpleasant feeling, but it put me on edge.
Slowly, I turned my head a little and peeked through the corner of my eye.
Standing in the fringe of the meadow was a man looking at me with intense and surprised eyes.
He was beautiful.
A/N:
I´m sorry it´s taken me this long to start posting this time around, but I´ve had a crazy week and I´ll have a crazier weekend still… My sister is getting married tomorrow, and it also happens to be my daughter´s birthday… so yeah. I´m running around like a headless chicken. The story is complete, though, so it´ll be completely posted by Sunday.