Following Clare Grant's mention of tangerines among her beautiful things, I have been hanging on to the peel after eating mine. Sometimes it forms flower-like shapes; and, as it dries, it developes wonderful, many layered aromas.
At night, before closing the blinds, I enjoy, for a moment, the sight of the lamplight on the wet, leaf-strewn road and pavement.
A neighbour, who is brushing the small leaves of various shrubs from his lawn, remarks "organic confetti!"
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