A dry hydranger blossom, cut loose and curled into a loose ball, blows along the road as though it knows where it is going.
A cup of tea is a darling thing. When it is accompanied by a slice of cherry cake, it is just my cup of tea.
A bowl of big, fat, meaty olives. They are not supposed to taste as good as the smaller one, but there is a satisfaction in their generosity.