The Elder And The Elderflower

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Even now I remember my childhood days when by the end of May the elderflower was blooming. I could hardly wait to escape from home and to reach the railway at the edge of my village and pick up the craved blooming flowers. I smelled love in every each umbel while I’ve plucked it with deference. The delicate fragrance tickled my nostrils and, in my mouth, I already felt the aroma and prickles of the future elderflower juice. Ah, but for the real feeling, I still had to wait for days! (Read more)

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