I am a huge fan of fragrant shrubbery.
rather than the same old same old bushes that tend to line parking lots and walkways, I love a plant where I can run my hand through as I walk by, the leaves providing enough traction to slow my pace to a stroll, and I inhale the scent on my fingers.
I still remember the breath of heaven bush I loved to park by at my local community college, my hands stripping fragrance, sweet and lemoney, as I trudged up the hill toward class.
The lavender growing by our bank seems to bloom constantly- small spikes of color that somehow rise above the heavily trimmed lines that keep the large plants from invading the sidewalk.
I tried taking a picture a couple of weeks ago, my hands unsteady with fatigue, my right hand unable to do the work it needed capturing my little piece of heaven next to a crowded street.
So I let it go.
I got to go to the bank again (yippee, right?) and I tried again on my way back to the car, this time getting to aim for more than one bud, that being the change that helped focus my phone better. The street still showing, but no cars in frame as I hoped would zip by in my ten seconds of indulgent herbal portraiture.
A little crooked, but better.
I really got to try this from the other direction so my main hand can do the work.