Island Life


I’ve been told that my driving exclamations are dangerously all the same. My “OH MY GOSH THERE’S A CUTE FARM ANIMAL IN THAT FIELD OVER THERE” and my “OH MY GOSH THERE’S A CAR STOPPED IN FRONT OF US WE’RE GOING TO CRASH” squeals sound identical. Also hard to differentiate are my suggestions and driving tips. Ie, “Oh that place looks cool - maybe one day we should visit” and “PULL OVER NOW”. Usually any noise or observation is just that - a general observation. But on some occasions, particularly when we’re on vacation or have guests, I mean business. 

Like when we took my sister-in-law to Sauvie Island on her trip out West earlier in July. I am of the belief that one of the truest and loveliest parts of the Portland area is that little Island, and one really must experience the Island to truly understand what living in these parts are is about.

The plan was to drive around and to pick some berries. We ended up doing a lot. Of both (with a larger percentage of gravel roads than I anticipated). After putting the husband through an extended drive through the nature preserve (at some point the sister-in-law had decided to take a nap on the backseat), I started hollering about pulling over at that darling u-cut lavender farm we had spotted earlier. I made sure he knew this was serious business hollering, not just vague observation hollering. 


As it turns out, u-cut flowers is pretty quick and easy. The proprietor gave us a quick lesson on the proper way to cut lavender (shake the bees out, cut approx 1.5 inches from the bush base), and a vague notion of how her farm was divided between her 10 varieties (not totally sure), and let us loose to find our favorites. 


In the end, we each ended up with a different favorite, though we had started out as sceptics at a distance to their being any difference at all. Diversity becomes so much more obvious when the variations are all lined up, you know. After trying to gather as many of the 10 species as possible, while adding just a little more of our favorites, we had a lovely, spectacularly fragrant bunch to take home. It’s more than worth the ridiculously low price per bunch to u-cut - I’d pay that price for half hour in sun-baked rows even if I didn’t get to bring any home. We came to the unanimous conclusion that it would be decidedly nice to be a lavender farmer.