The smell of phladelphus or mock orange as you walk down Mount Sion.
Thunder last night: a single roll was all I heard. I like the way it fades into a growl, and is followed by the splashing of heavy rain
An English guest from the USA comes for roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. The pudding rises like a souffle helped by an extra egg. It is light and brown with just a hint of softness in the middle. Gravy is in love with it and it, with gravy.