Few things capture high summer quite like rows of lavender stretching towards the horizon. I was drawn to the rhythm of the planting and the way the light catches that unmistakable haze of purple. This is the first of a pair — a chance to lose yourself in colour and warmth.
Few things capture high summer quite like rows of lavender stretching towards the horizon. I was drawn to the rhythm of the planting and the way the light catches that unmistakable haze of purple. This is the first of a pair — a chance to lose yourself in colour and warmth.