I have finally found a lavender cultivar (๐ฟ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ‘๐โ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐’) that takes the abuse of our Winters and snow plows. It sits perky and bushy next to a line of daffodils (๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ โ๐พ๐๐๐ ๐ด๐๐๐๐๐โ ๐๐๐ โ๐ผ๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ) along the fence that protects one of our gardens from marauding deer, rabbits, woodchucks and other creatures that would feast on my vegetables and fruits. Grabbing one of its fragrant stems, its scent is thick and comforting. Another sign that Spring is here.