Under the umbrella off my kitchen door it smells of summer in a lavender field; even as a late spring rain pounds the fabric and runs in rivulets to the wooden deck below. A cup of tea and lavender scones bring the essence of summer as if I sit in the eye of the storm. Peace for a moment, the essence of rainsong, and a moment to survey the work that came before.
Recipe posted at Music of the Rain
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