An experiment in lavendar

A recent trip to the Lavendar Farm in the Barossa Valley (the wine region of Australia) sparked off these pictures. I do not have an eye for camera asthetics by any means, so these are to be treated like experiments, heck they are experiments.
The air is redolent with the sharp tang of lavendar, till where the eye can see, the purple and lilac hues of lavendar mingle to create a palette, at some point on the horizon, the distant hills blend in too. The old gum trees have been around since the beginning of time, when you are around that long, you pick up a few secrets along the way, sometimes time waits for a while before she makes you her confidante.
Perched atop a lavendar hillock is an old gnarled bench, rustic in its appeal and unconspicuous in its manner. It was here that I settled myself for an hour or so and gazed at the purple flora till I could gaze no more. A mellow sun ruminated to himself, the heady scent of lavendar filled the air and lady in charge kindly offered me tea and scones. Sometimes life makes sense, at other times, we make do with memories of such times. ....