Lavender dreams of the old West

Posted on June 28, 2008. Filed under: Culture, Health, Philosophy, Spirituality, Travel |

It was just supposed to be a few days off from the scorching heat of the summer Sonoran Desert. It was not meant to be a transformational journey. If you know me at all, you’ll know that I rarely go on “vacation” or “holiday”. I generally must have a specific purpose to travel. I don’t even visit my family unless I can combine the trip with a workshop or seminar! (sorry folks๐Ÿ˜‰ )ย  But as I reported in my last post, I took the opportunity to leave the desert floor for a few days just to bask in the mild temperatures and beautiful alpine scenery of the mountains.

If you knew the friends who kindly invited me, you’d know they take hosting seriously, and planned activities for the two full days I was there. I generally gamely go along with this, as who am I to dissent when they’re being such gracious hosts? I’ve stayed with these friends several times before, and as a result I’ve gone on long woodland hikes during the spectacular spring wildflower season; I’ve visited old mining towns; I’ve seen native arts and crafts; I’ve viewed prehistoric petroglyphs.

This time, though, they outdid themselves—partially without knowing they were going to. As I was about to turn in for the night on the day of my arrival I was informed we’d be visiting a “Lavender Farm” tomorrow. —A what? I ought to win a prize in diplomacy for the way I kept a pleasant face on during the discussion. First of all I hadn’t known lavender was “farmed”; never thought much about it, and even if asked, I’d say lavender was some flower old British ladies liked in soap. Even after I’d accepted the idea of a lavender farm, the thought of spending my time there seemed a bit dorky and girly, quite honestly. So why would I want to look at a bunch of flower fields and then be strongly encouraged to buy…I don’t know, some…soap? Being a good sport and all, I went along, though, and asked myself 1. How long could it take, after all? and 2. How unpleasant could it be?

We went. We saw field after field of blooming lavender of many different varieties. (I didn’t know there were varieties.) We learned some were medicinal, others, therapeutic. There was even a culinary lavender, a key ingredient in Herbes de Provence. And, speaking of Provence, I learned that city is the prime lavender producing region in the world. #2 is, as you might guess, the United Kingdom. Third on the list is, surprise, surprise, the very farm upon which I stood in the White Mountains of Arizona, USA! Apparently, the growing conditions are just perfect there, as the farm owner discovered when he planted some ornamental lavender in his garden. The rest—for his family—is history.

After scenting my pillow with the lavender essence I’d purchased (๐Ÿ˜‰ ) and having had a splendid night’s sleep, I awoke with great anticipation of what the next day would bring. We started out early, once again (I’m NOT a morning person!) on our way to something called “Little House Museum” of the old west. I don’t harbor much romanticism about Cowboy Culture, but I’d learned (am still learning) to keep an open mind. The curator of this unique multi-building museum is a descendant of an old Mormon family, sent west by their leaders to establish communities in western lands. Her great-grandparents had homesteaded, ranched, and farmed in the area, and this lady is carrying on the tradition. In addition to having old western style cabins and lodges for rent, trail riding, hiking tours, and fly fishing lessons, she gives guided tours of her private museum which contains artifacts from pioneer life of the 1800s. Many of the items are fairly standard:ย  Pistols, saddles, clothing, and cookware; but she has the most extraordinary collection of player pianos, self-contained player-orchestras, and nickelodeons I’ve ever seen; all in perfect working condition and demonstrated by her. She explains how her father was friends with one of the Clanton gang, who missed getting killed at the OK Corral, but was later shot and killed just down the lane from where we were standing. Another of dad’s friends was one of the “Hole-in-the-Wall” gang (you know, Butch Cassidy, the Sundance Kid, and friends), who’d decided to go “straight”. This woman was a living historical artifact herself, right before our eyes! I’d seen the movies about the above referenced western gangs; I’ve even been to Tombstone, Arizona, and have seen the re-enactment of that famous gunfight. But somehow, hearing this woman describe her life and times made it all much more real.

OK, now I come to—what was for me—the best part. My friends have lived in Arizona much longer than I have. They’re very familiar with the different areas, and had been to this museum a couple of times before but not for several years. We were informed that if we wanted to, (for four more dollars) we could tour the archaeological site. —What archaeological site?!? We glanced at each other, my hosts as puzzled as I. It turned out that, five years ago whilst plowing a field, a farm hand dug up the corner of an old foundation. Further investigation found buildings which had been inhabited a couple of thousand years ago. Indigenous peoples would destroy and bury any signs of their occupation when moving to a new place. We were told that the people living here would have broken all their pots, filled their former home with the pieces and with other debris, and then buried the site before moving on. This site was indeed filled with broken pots, many of which have now been reconstructed, and miraculously including one pot which survived intact. These artifacts are now on display, and the excavation of the site continues. It is believed to be one of the oldest and best preserved ruins of its kind and place. The archaeologist leading the tour was very knowledgeable about religious customs at the time, and, even though they were at first reluctant to do so, a local family of Hopi Indians (spiritual descendants of the original inhabitants) gave their blessings, and permission for the site to be excavated, as they believed it was Good Work for our times. They held a re-dedication ceremony, pictures of which are also on display. Our guide told us many stories of religious custom and beliefs, including why his native family believe this site was found now, in our times, as well as the message the stories depicted on the pottery have for us today.

It must be that I exude intention to always travel with a purpose. I had no idea I’d be attending “workshops and seminars” on this brief and beautiful trip. I’m blessed with fabulous friends and a constantly unfolding, curious life path. As I sprinkled some Herbes de Provence on my bagel and cream cheese this morning, I took a moment to acknowledge appreciation for All that Is.

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How fantastic and descriptive! I feel like I was there along with you. Makes me want to plan a trip dancing with nature and the earth.

Sounds like bliss! You are indeed blessed with such friends.

I love lavender and HdP — I use the latter in soups, stews, compound butters, etc. And I have a fabulous recipe for a buttermilk bread with fresh lavender. It grows wild around here and a friend is always urging me to stop by and take an armful from her back yard.

Good luck on the BBD. I had a typo; I nuke the oatmeal at 50% power. Can’t wait to hear how it goes for you!

I agree with seeing. It did feel like I was there. What a vacation that turned out to be. What wonderful friends!
The Ranch looks like quite the place. Listening to the woman talking about her past would have been fascinating. And the dig!
Muse, I think you lucked out. Must be all that good karma coming back to you.๐Ÿ™‚
Thanks for sharing.

Oh, seeing, what a splendid compliment! If I could take you with me on my journey, I’m pleased. Dancing with nature and the earth sounds good to me, too.๐Ÿ™‚

Yes, ella, I have great friends. I’m glad you read this, because I guessed you’d know what HdP is! And you actually use it in things! I’ll try it in soup, now I’ve acquired some—I’d never heard of it before (I know, I know)๐Ÿ˜€

Thanks, bead! I’m glad you got to go along (vicariously) as well. The dig is quite a find; no one knew it was there the entire 130 years this family’s been homesteading that land! If my karma brings me friends like the three of you, I must have done something right.๐Ÿ˜‰

“All that is” is you and you are wonderful!!!!!!! You have an amazing gift of joy and curiosity….you share it like you spread your hdp and cream cheese, but you leave us always wanting more. That was the most “in the moment” I have been since I started reading blogs.

I think I forgot to breath I was so immersed in your adventures. You truly have wonderful friends who know you well but how wonderful to discover something like the ruins together ….you will always have that experience. When you are doddering and old though not cantankerous as you get your handkerchiefs out of the drawer you will say to whoever is around…”I once went to a lavender farm and met someone who knew Butch Cassidy and then we went to look at the archaeological dig”. When whoever is with you thinks you are confused you can just lead them to the computer! Thanks for “spreading’ a little bit of the joy that is you here for us to bask in.

My goodness, Magik Quilter, I am nearly overwhelmed at your praise! I’d no idea if any blog friends would want to come along on my journey; it thrills me no end that you took delight in it. I think I may yet be a cantankerous old treat; I generally only blog when I’m feeling peppy.๐Ÿ™‚ I do like your image of the elderly me. I hope I live up to it! Thank you! It means the world to me that you think so!

Sorry for the late comment. I really like this post; it’s great to hear about your adventures. You certainly have a much more interesting life than I do. That museum sounds fascinating, especially the curator herself! The archaeological site also sounds very interesting.

I didn’t know England was the second most major producer of lavender! Must be up North.

B0bby, no worries, a couple of days is not late at all! In fact, I’m pleased whenever you take the time to comment; thank you! And thanks for liking the post. My psychic abilities๐Ÿ˜‰ tell me your life will get much more interesting! One can always seek adventure, but yes, these things do seem to fall into my lap a great deal.๐Ÿ™‚ The curator is indeed an amazing and feisty woman. I know you’ve recently studied Western films; it seemed this woman walked right out of one!
The largest lavender growing regions in England appear to be in Hampshire and Norfolk, and England is known worldwide for its lavender. In addition to where I was in Arizona, there’s also a large lavender producing area in the state of Washington—who knew?

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