In July, I see lavender everywhere: in my garden as it blooms in the sun, in my mind as I write a novel set in Provence, on public street corners, in the books I read. This year, my summer beams that dark purple color. I’m driven to capture its look, its feel, its fragrance in words. Those soft felty leaves, its awakening scent. And I’m interested in how and when lavender has appeared in literature over the centuries. So I went on a quest to find an inspiring quote about…