The Magic of Lavender

Prologue to a novel I am writing.

Lavender attracts love; ask anyone who knows plants. It whispers secrets of first kisses and sprinkles the air with luck when lovers pass by. It tells romantic tales to women who sleep beside it and sings purple lullabies that only children can hear. When the moon is full, it gives comforting advice to the daisies who know they’ll be plucked petal by petal in the name of love. Lavender is humble, and bears no grudge against the roses who think they know all about human emotions. And sometimes it weeps for the lonely who have turned their backs on its magic.