The Scraper has been picking elderflowers.
It is a very laborious and labour intensive process
to pick the tiny flowerlets off the stalks
and collect them in a delicate heap.
Any "winemakers" among you will
know about the long process to turn this heap of blossom into wine.
I have no idea about the alchemical wizardry involved,
all I know is that at first there will be an intense scent of fruitiness
pervading the scullery.
A week later large glass bottle shapes will appear,
(which the scraper assures me are called demi-johns)
which hubble and bubble away gently,
every so often emitting a gentile burp,
which actually sounds quite friendly and homely.
In our house, this fermenting process lasts for about a month.
Eventually, the fermented liquid clears and the burping, which has
become part of family life, much like the dog snoring,
and the liquid is strained into bottles.
The bottles are stored away and for twelve months at least,
we have no idea what the "wine" tastes like.
There are, of course,
bottles of homemade wine already and always available.
I will be generous, and say, that they come in very handy for making gravy.