As I was sitting on a bench, having consumed a snack of puffed rice bread and finished off with a smoke, I was approached by a young man of unclear intentions. Have you been sitting here long? he inquired. I considered it a curious way of greeting but responded that not really and inquired what he wanted. He wouldn’t
In the light of my continuing if receding flu, I’ve embarked on tea treatment. Let it be stated for the record that I hate tea and never drink it, unless I’m convinced that tea is the last thing that stands between me and death. This time I choose life and drink tea. At least I originally
An apple a day keeps the doctor away. (They say.) If I could cure one disease with an apple, it would be depression. For the following noble (and not so noble) reasons: it’s a wide-spread problem; it’s subjectively hard to cope; I’d be healthy (that’s the not-so-noble reason). In response to the WordPress Daily Prompt:
Good! The grapes are finally ripe enough to eat. (Or better, ferment into liquor.)
My view of the apple was never the same after Frost’s “After Apple-Picking”.
The odd day when I coach myself into devouring despised fruits or vegetables.
I found raspberries and what not growing in the garden. Hopefully, I won’t forget all about them before they are ripe to eat.
The sun setting behind an apple tree in the garden.