a delight of cowslips
My grandmother was surely delighted when, as a family with my 'sis and I just small, we used to go on an expedition into the countryside to gather cowslips for her to make wine.
Back then, any such booty in the countryside was regarded as free for the taking.
I have no recollection of the special taste of that wine but do remember the raspberry and redcurrant, a delicate shade of pink and slightly effervescent with a taste both innocuous and heady.
I believe the fruit for that was grown on grandad's allotment from where I also remember fat and juicy gooseberries, eaten straight from the prickly bush.
HSS!
a delight of cowslips
My grandmother was surely delighted when, as a family with my 'sis and I just small, we used to go on an expedition into the countryside to gather cowslips for her to make wine.
Back then, any such booty in the countryside was regarded as free for the taking.
I have no recollection of the special taste of that wine but do remember the raspberry and redcurrant, a delicate shade of pink and slightly effervescent with a taste both innocuous and heady.
I believe the fruit for that was grown on grandad's allotment from where I also remember fat and juicy gooseberries, eaten straight from the prickly bush.
HSS!