There’s nothing like receiving an invitation out of the blue is there.
I’m not talking an emoji filled text message written in code from a complete stranger. The type you need to google the acronymthingomajingos. What does LOL really mean anyway.
Back in December I got an email. From the Lyndoch Lavender Farm www.lyndochlavenderfarm.com.au in the Barossa Valley, South Australia. An hour and a half up the road from Adelaide. A lovely personal message. Short and sweet. We love your photos and what you do. We’d love you to come and visit and see our farm.
Mum and Dad are lucky enough to call the Barossa Valley home. It’s not all wineries you know. Mind you I love wineries.
The school holidays had started and I’d planned a visit, so the timing was great as the lavender was to be harvested in January! I had no idea.
I ended up taking the back roads from Mum and Dad’s in Tanunda to Lyndoch. One of my fave things to do. Getting the husbands car dirty. The back roads always add to the excitement of adventure. Until someone wants a wee.
We turned the bend and there was purple. On a little hill outside Lyndoch. How beautiful does a pop of colour look in summer.
As always the call of the farm shop was loud and little missy and I shopped for necessities. She loves spending my money. Who wasn’t like that as a kid. Lavender linen spray and relaxation cream for nanny and nana. Christmas tick. Soaps for me. Oh and lavender essential oil. For. Her. Slime. Factory.
Slime never smelt so good.
We had a beautiful wander up the hill checking out all the different varieties of lavender. The smell was delicious and the bees were in heaven. The views from the top were just gorgeous. Patches of green from the vineyards. Patches of golden summer paddocks. Like a patchwork quilt. Click went the trusty Nikon.
It was quite a hot day and Michaela our host promised us a treat on the house. Missy couldn’t get back to their shop cafe fast enough. Apparently a bee was chasing her. As they do...
I think the pictures tell the story. We were totally spoilt. I must admit, I wasn’t too sure about the lavender scone idea. Michaela reassured me. Just try. They were divine!
As we sat under the shade of the umbrella in the glorious garden missy declared “I feel like the Queen. This is the best Mum.”
After ooooing and ahhhing over our afternoon tea, we waved a royal goodbye and even blew kisses. You don’t need a purple rinse to appreciate good old fashioned hospitality. Gosh I love country people.
Now make sure you pop in. It’s the perfect time for Lavender ice cream!