…. one of those words you hardly ever need, but when you do, you do. It is the smell of wet earth after rain – not usually noteworthy in our damp Atlantic climate here in Devon, but after weeks of parching sun and wind, we now have a steady downpour, and that wonderful fragrance is pouring in the windows on a cool breeze. Rainfall pattering on the roof and gurgling in the downpipes is a welcome sound, and I can almost imagine the happy sighs of the plants in the garden.
The cats are sitting puzzled on the doormat wondering what has happened, but I am sure the worms will be anticipating some welcome refreshment, closely followed by the moles in the lawn who have been confined by hard-baked earth to the places where I’ve watered the fruit trees.
Petrichor …