When the roses fade and I'm in the shade

My favourite seasonal flowers have arrived, all down Woodbury Avenue.

( Elderflowers (Sambucus nigra, picture Googled) )

I love them for every reason you can think of. They bloom at a time of year I like, when spring is still fresh and wet and green and the year hasn't had time to get hot, stale and sticky. They're beautiful and delicate and tiny and enchanting, they have a gorgeous and controversial scent that many people hate and compare to cat's pee, and they grow in extravagant abundance on a dirt-common shrub that roots happily in walls, alleys, hedgerows, farmland and woodland. They're also edible and delicious. This year I may even get off my arse and remember to make elderflower cordial.

in other news: PMS sucks donkey balls. I could live with it quite happily if it just made me angry and cranky, but it never does. It turns me into a soggy spitball of self-pity. Do you know how hard it is to type anything that makes sense when a good half of my brain is wailing "nobody luvs me yr all meeen no one ever comments waaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!" ?

For fuck's sake. CHEER UP EMO GIRL PARTS.

When the roses fade and I'm in the shade

My favourite seasonal flowers have arrived, all down Woodbury Avenue.

( Elderflowers (Sambucus nigra, picture Googled) )

I love them for every reason you can think of. They bloom at a time of year I like, when spring is still fresh and wet and green and the year hasn't had time to get hot, stale and sticky. They're beautiful and delicate and tiny and enchanting, they have a gorgeous and controversial scent that many people hate and compare to cat's pee, and they grow in extravagant abundance on a dirt-common shrub that roots happily in walls, alleys, hedgerows, farmland and woodland. They're also edible and delicious. This year I may even get off my arse and remember to make elderflower cordial.

in other news: PMS sucks donkey balls. I could live with it quite happily if it just made me angry and cranky, but it never does. It turns me into a soggy spitball of self-pity. Do you know how hard it is to type anything that makes sense when a good half of my brain is wailing "nobody luvs me yr all meeen no one ever comments waaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!" ?

For fuck's sake. CHEER UP EMO GIRL PARTS.