Petrichor

Sometime last year, Z informed me that her favourite word was "petrichor" - not necessarily because of how it sounds when pronounced, but more because of its meaning : the scent of rain on dry earth.
By a strange coincidence, this happened to be the favourite word of one of the main characters in "The Bellwether Revivals" which I read recently. This was actually the first time I had seen the word used in a work of literature.
Anyway, the point of this ramble is that I went outside during this afternoon's thunderstorm and torrential rain and breathed in the overwhelming petrichor. The smell of rain and wet ground was intoxicating.
I'm fairly certain that the Indian Summer we've had for the past couple of weeks is over now. There's a definite chill in the air.

 

 

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Blogging absence this week due to real life issues taking over as they tend to do.

Nothing much of note to report - the usual walks, reading, and work (paid and otherwise) took place.

I think tonight will involve lounging on the couch with a good book and a cat. Cosy.

Bedside table books etc.

Scented tealights - present from C today.