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Italia Introduction

by Lavender Lori Parr - on Sunday, February 26, 2017
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Hello friends and family! Many of you are subscribers to my quarterly newsletter Earth Nurture. I have always enjoyed writing it and sharing it with you but this past year/volume 21 (21 years I've been writing it) came across much like any 21 year old; unfettered, careless, irresponsible...in fact it didn't even show up when and where it was supposed to be. Had she shown up it would have been with stringy hair and tattered clothes.I know many of you have paid money for a yearly subscription and I have not forgotten that, and that will be honored.

I realized when I sat down to write the Spring edition in February that I could contribute nothing other than more of my same tales of woe, despair, and hardship. Frankly, you deserve better.

Since the devastating years of '09/'10 when my 17 year marriage failed, I moved out of my home, and 90% of my lavender crop died from an early fall freak storm my life has been upside down and my writing has reflected that. Thank you for hanging in there with me.So much failure after such carefully crafted decades (my 30's and 40's) infected me with an uncharacteristic fear of commitment to most everything these last 5 years.

This past year '15/'16 has been as difficult if not more so.

In August 2015 a dear longtime friend died. She invited me to be part of that process (not having had the privilege of being present for either of my parent's deaths, this was an honor.)

I suffered a break up with a perfectly lovely man that same month. This set me in an inward spiraling tailspin wondering if with all my past relational failures, perhaps I was truly unlovable, incompetent, or just not cut out for relating.

I moved into my tiny off grid shot gun shack full time because it is what I have.

My financial situation became dire shortly thereafter, money non-existent, nothing coming in, no prospects, little motivation.

I began to jettison some of my things in order to put a little cash in my pockets, pay car insurance, phone (lifeline) connection, buy more duct tape to put on the windows and door to keep the snow from blowing in, buy another 25 lb bag of rice and some oats.

My VW bus, which I bought in Spokane back in 1990 and had always planned to restore/make into the lavender delivery bus sat rotting in the field here at the Rosalie Ranch, mice moving into every crevice, rust wearing thin the races. It had to go. I would never afford the restoration.

I knew shortly after driving it all the way home to Salt Lake that it was valuable when a man offered me 3 times the $500 I paid for it. I declined that offer (I was just about to park and live out of it in back of my dad's house - I mean, where would I live man...?)

Many people have offered to buy it since then, even as it sat un-drivable with a leaky rear seal out front of our house. I knew it was worth more than I was being offered. I kept up on its value.

On February 3rd 2016 my dog died which left me lonely as any proverbial hermit high in a mountain cave. 17 years is a long time to have a constant companion feeding me daily doses of unconditional love for him suddenly not to be there. Jeddie's last years were high maintenance with diapers, and special diet of soft food so he could chew with his rotting teeth but I was devoted to that angel who so often pulled me from the dregs of my despair, saved my life (by giving me something to live for) countless times. We both suffered severe separation anxiety, I could not leave him in his dotage. Couldn't leave him with anybody. This really grated on relationships with men. It was difficult to take the dog on a motorcycle with one and equally difficult leaving him in a hot vehicle or too long at the house unattended while I'd go on long summer hikes with another.

Friend Jim Beyer had been working on selling the bus since October having listed it on Samba.com where he had experience selling other VWs. My asking price; $10,000. And no, it didn't run.

We were getting many calls from Holland, all over the Netherlands and no quibbling on price.

Not long after the dog died a young lad at West Point said 'the check is in the mail.' Sold! We helped him arrange getting it shipped out to him on his dollar.

Jim asked what I'd do with the money.

I decided to put half of it into my cabin as during one blizzard, watching the snow pile up on the inside sill was truly a low point. I'm happy to report on 3 new windows (I installed myself), 2 new sky lights, and a new door! I probably won't have to burn much firewood at all but I'm stocked up on that too. I'll be snug as a bug.

With no serious relationship of neither man nor beast I figure this my chance, I gotta make a break for it...I've put the other half on a trip to Italy.

My father was Italian, and I'm sure he still is, even in his death. I recall asking my grandmother, Marguerite Ravanello how to say things in Italian when I was 4 years old. I think I've been planning this trip since I was just a wee tyke.

In the planning of it I see how this is a recon voyage and there are other trips to Italy in my lifetime. This trip I is to Tuscano, the Chianti region, and Cinque Terre. I fly in and out of Firenze.

In fact, I'm just getting off the plane now.

If you would indulge me by reading some stories as I travel. I'll try to make up for some lost time and woe begotten newsletters...

I'll be thinking of you all as I drink luscious Italian wines and eat enough food to bulk up for the long Montana winter.

Scrivero a presto!
(I'll write soon!)
Lori

 

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About Lavender Lori Parr

Lavender Lori was recently described by a friend as elegant and rugged. Elegant is a stretch but rugged sums it up.

She never was one to play by society's rules or let anybody tell her what to do. And when others thought her a fool for trying something outside the box of normal reality she did it just to prove to herself that it could be done. She has bucked systems most of her life. Some might call her fiercely independent. She is, without a doubt self reliant and self sufficient and maybe stricken with a light case of LFWS - Lonely Farm Woman Syndrome due to circumstances that led to her sudden uprooting to different living quarters, a 90 mile round trip from her base town of Missoula, Montana.

She is the pioneer for growing a couple types of lavender that were never before tried in Montana, distills her own brand of essential oils and hydrosols, and teaches workshops on various topics.