|Everything to me|
But now I'm older, I'm wiser, I'm hungrier. My plant of summer is still a plant that's as common as muck (just like me). It slots itself into hedgerows, growing beautiful parasols of delicate white flowers. Seeing the bloom makes me happy. Smelling it, I know it's summer. Cooking the flowers into a cordial? Well then it's summer all year round.
This is my love note to Elderflower. You make my year Sweetheart.
[This post was written as a response to the 8th prompt of Gayla Trail's Grow Write Guild. Check it out.]