“The pictures she drew on were vibrant as ever, though. The crumbling stone farmstead overlooking the great Luberon valley where she was… — Deborah Lawrenson Flowers Copy Share Image
“Dark rocks stood waiting to be sculpted by the wind. Tiny seeds rode the air, waiting to fall and take root. Under… — Deborah Lawrenson Flowers Copy Share Image
“Even as winter comes, mornings are crisp, and the big, blue sky seems to hang newly washed over the sea of hills.” — Deborah Lawrenson Blue sky Copy Share Image
“The sunlight could not quite dispel the difference in atmosphere now that she had seen the interior of the garden. It was… — Deborah Lawrenson Atmosphere Copy Share Image
“Scrubby evergreen bushes released a strong scent of resin and honey; forests of pine gave way to gentle south-facing vineyards disturbed only… — Deborah Lawrenson Flora Copy Share Image
I marveled at how they were all closed up, asleep with their secrets unseen until you reached up and took the book… — Deborah Lawrenson Book Copy Share Image
“Adrenaline fizzed in my veins, provoking that surge of self-doubt you get sometimes on the edge of some high place, that you… — Deborah Lawrenson Copy Share Image
“I still dream in pictures and color, always the world of my childhood. I see the purple Judas trees at Easter lighting… — Deborah Lawrenson Childhood Copy Share Image
“Blonde hair and blue eyes," she repeated. "The lavender fairy." "Now, hang on a minute!" "Just like the lavender fairy has. There's… — Deborah Lawrenson Blonde hair Copy Share Image
“Eau-de-vie- flavored with myrtle," said the old woman. "Try it!" She watched intently as Ellie raised the glass to her lips. "Myrtle… — Deborah Lawrenson Drink Copy Share Image
“The flat area immediately below was broken up into a formal pattern of beds containing oleander and more clipped clouds of box,… — Deborah Lawrenson Flowers Copy Share Image
“After her sister's visit, Marthe's head was brimming with new pictures: the fields of lavender at Valensole, all the subtle grades of… — Deborah Lawrenson Blindness Copy Share Image
“Some scents sparkle and then quickly disappear, like the effervescence of ctirus zestor a bright note of mint.” — Deborah lawrenson Descriptive-prose Copy Share Image
“When I as reading and writing, I was in that exhilarating place where the life of the imagination is more real than… — Deborah Lawrenson Imagination Copy Share Image
“Through the rose garden, the path ran straight ahead to the mass of mauve wisteria, now past its best. At ground level,… — Deborah Lawrenson Flowers Copy Share Image
“The sun was setting behind a line of trees; it cast a great bird's wing halfway across the field when she finally… — Deborah Lawrenson Garden Copy Share Image
“Sometimes you can tell all you need to know about a person just in the way they ask the question: politely, or… — Deborah Lawrenson Inner life Copy Share Image
“And you can still see the sea!" She wanted to swim there, immediately- she had a childlike urge of excitement at the… — Deborah Lawrenson Ocean Copy Share Image
“At the door to the shop, a bell tinkled, and moments later they seemed to enter the very flowering of lavender. The… — Deborah Lawrenson Apothecary Copy Share Image
“I have heard it said that a happy childhood is a curse, because what follows can never measure up. All I can… — Deborah Lawrenson Childhood Copy Share Image
“You can look at a photograph, years later, of a place that is vivid in your memory, and find that it looks… — Deborah Lawrenson Memory Copy Share Image
