Last week we had two days of summer here on Widder Island. The thermometer popped up from the low teens to 27 and 28 degrees (Celsius) respectively. (Then plummeted back to it’s former range where it has remained ever since)
During that halcyon time this happened from one end of the street to the other and down the hillside to the lake.
Mrs Widders, favouring her somewhat bacchanalian nature, suggested we go forth and gather from such bounty as many flowers as we could. Adding a measure of water, we then set our dandy-lions to steep for a day or two.
A not overly wholesome aroma rose from our brew and the colour was … uninspiring.
We consigned the soggy lions, (no longer dandy) to the compost bin, and prepared our next additions to the pot.
Oranges and lemons …
… grated and squeezed to within inches of their citric lives …
… sugar. Lots of sugar.
Into the container they go.
Thence did the container repose upon the refrigerator (warmest spot in the house) for a week, to gather its wild yeasties while it may.
… 1 week later … The Great Unveiling. It’s looks a whole lot prettier than it did at the beginning.
Fermentation hath begun, and now we wait ’til August.