Gemotions

“Another successful harvest,” she thought aloud as she ran her fingers through the vibrant blooms. Her brother, Samuel, had gone the route of politics, a path of constant noise and demands. She had inherited the sprawling lavender farm that had been their grandmother’s pride and joy.

The air was thick with the fragrant scent, calming her very being. The bees buzzed lazily, flitting from flower to flower. She sat on a bench and watched the sun dip below the horizon, painting the sky with fiery hues. The gentle breeze carried the scent of lavender and a sense of absolute serenity.