We grow dreams in our fields


A small spring-suspended

doll flew with us to England from

Croatia with a scented sack of

lavender in her tiny wooden hand


In purple-flowered frock

twinned with perfect straw hat –

traditionally clothed – she is as

pretty as a picture


Half a century has passed since

first I pressed Lime Bank

lavender into the palm of my

seven year old hand


And less than a week since

we adopted the small doll –

but olfactory sense is powerful

and in unexpected commixture




I am today in both Croatia and

my beloved childhood home