No, I´m not talking about the Perseids meteor shower. Rain!
I swear I could hear the landscape sigh with relief.
Everything is bejewelled and bedazzled.
Earlier, I made a stab at elderflower cordial, using Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall´s recipe. Something about elderflower cordial or champagne or whathaveyou sounds so utterly civilized. Lifted straight from a Jane Austen novel. So the brew looked good and smelled fresh and floral. Initial taste was good, if a bit too sweet, with a zingy lemon beginning, but finished wth a definite musky aftertaste not unreminiscent of used sweat socks. My Darcy of a drink turned out to be a Wickham. We´ll see if the fruit fares better.
Colors and textures seem more dramatic. But focus softer and more romantic. Even the puddles are inviting. Lovely.