Lavender Willowbloom fluttered gracefully over the dry stone walls of Berkswell’s cottage gardens. The hot summer sun was finally setting, and a peaceful twilight began to settle over the village. This was Lavender’s favorite time to work.
Gliding softly from patch to patch, she stroked the slender purple spikes with her silken wings. With every gentle touch, a wave of soothing, sweet fragrance released into the warm evening air. The rich scent of fresh lavender drifted through open cottage windows and across quiet lanes.