"To watch rain pock the surface of a chalk stream, feel mizzle on the chill skin of your face or smell petrichor rising from summer-dry soil is to be baptised into a fuller, older, and more deeply felt relationship with the natural world."
From Rain: Four Walks in English Weather by Melissa Harrison.
Petrichor! What a lovely word, thank you.
Posted by: Toffeeapple | 30 January 2017 at 01:02 PM