SEQUIM –– That soothing scent of lavender will fill the air of the Dungeness Valley and the streets of Sequim for the 18th year as Sequim Lavender Weekend fills the city this weekend. Festivities ...

SEQUIM — Sequim’s busiest days are here so prepare your sunglasses, satchels and selfie sticks for the Sequim Lavender Weekend that begins today. This year marks the 20th year of the Sequim Lavender ...

SEQUIM, Wash. — For the last 20-plus years Sequim has become the go-to place for anything lavender. In fact, the Sequim Lavender Festival has become such a draw, people from all over the globe attend ...

For all things fragrant, purple and lavender, Sequim is the place, and July 15-17 are the dates. A jaunt over to Sequim in mid-July is a chance to steep in summer – something we’re all craving this ...

SEQUIM — A love for lavender continues to grow on the B&B Family Farm. In recent months, the Sequim farm’s co-owners, husband and wife Zion and Kristy Hilliker, added 2,500 lavender plants bringing ...

At the base of the Olympic Mountains, on the Strait of Juan de Fuca in the northwest corner of Washington lies a small town with an unusual claim to fame as the “lavender capital of North America.” ...

SEQUIM, Wash. — Rick and Sue Olson own the Lavender Connection Co. Their Farm in Sequim has over 20 different varieties of lavender. Rick and Sue are very welcoming and their daughter, Rebecca, can ...

Fields of lavender in bloom, one of summer’s loveliest delights, draw thousands of fans to Sequim, the self-proclaimed “Lavender Capital of North America,” every July. Visitors will notice some ...

Visitors can smell the lavender, pick the lavender, taste the lavender, walk through fields of lavender and buy artwork featuring lavender at the 10th annual Sequim Lavender Festival this weekend.

Because it's the driest place in notoriously rainy western Washington, the coastal city of Sequim (pronounced squim) doesn't look like the rest of the Olympic Peninsula. The first thing you'll notice ...

At Victor’s Lavender Farm, my nose was inches from its target, a cluster of purple buds as fragrant as a French perfumery, when a commanding voice called out from behind the planters. “Not those,” ...

At Victor’s Lavender Farm, my nose was inches from its target, a cluster of purple buds as fragrant as a French perfumery, when a commanding voice called out from behind the planters. “Not those,” ...