Sunday, November 05, 2006

smell of ironing, crunching an apple, seagull

The smell of freshly ironed clothes especially when the clothes have been drying in the sunshine.

Crunching an apple, not any apple, but an apple such as you pick yourself or buy from the farmers market that has been left to ripen on the tree and to develop its full flavour, without being allowed to go soft and sandy. The juice should spurt when you bite it, and it should taste sweet and sour at the same time.

A solitary seagull circles the Grove barely moving its wings.


Belinda said...

Hello Joe,
I've been checking your blog daily for about a week, just to savour a moment in England through your writing.

I'm in Canada and make trips home at least once a year to see family, but it is so nice to read about things such as Sainsbury's or the changes in nature that are so unique to England.

Thanks for writing. I just wanted you to know that someone out there is enjoying it.

Unknown said...

Greetings, Belinda

It's good to know that this sort of thing reminds you of England. I try to be precise.

Thanks for visiting.