It has just started raining, for the first time in around ten days. And, standing out in the shower, I can smell the aroma of rain on dry ground. It's not a smell you can describe but it's a smell that makes me remember running out to play once the summer rain had stopped when I was young.
Of course, I could have foreseen the rain - the paeony I bought last year is about to flower for the first time. Its huge, ripe buds are about to burst into a frothy confection of pink petals. Except, if the rain keeps up, all the buds will turn into is a damp ball of mush, looking like a tissue that's been through the washing machine.