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Shed no tear! O shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year.


Yesterday we were looking down, today we're looking up! Here is the sky as seen mid-afternoon on Clifton Beach. Like most Rorschach designs, I'm never very sure what these clouds are supposed to look like, so I shall go with my default answer that generally involves something sexual.

"Two lovers in embrace."

There you go. Diagnose that Hermann!

Time for a top five. Yesterday, Henry managed to sweet talk the good folk on the Steenholdt's Organic Produce stall [the tastiest apple and pear producers in the known universe] out of a good eight or nine small Crofton apples, which prompts today's Top Five Apples That I Like To Eat!
5: the little seen Catshead;

4: the Pink Lady;

3: the Ginger Gold;

2: the Jonathon; and, of course,

1: the beloved Granny Smith!
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Sue said…
Absolutely stunning pic!

I have just picked up some fruit today for the coming week and alas...no apples! Just grapes, nectarines, watermelon and bananas (my fave).
31 January 2010 at 13:30
EG CameraGirl said…
WOW! The clouds are beautiful! Mmmm. Apples! Henry has excellent taste.
31 January 2010 at 15:59
Unknown said…
Words are at a loss...
31 January 2010 at 19:06
smudgeon said…
A most excellent list - although give me a nice crisp Sundowner any day.
31 January 2010 at 20:37
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, I like the sky.
5 February 2010 at 19:15
Kris McCracken said…
YEGTG, an apple a day keeps the doctor away.

If your aim is good enough.
5 February 2010 at 19:15
Kris McCracken said…
Me, I tend towards the sour.
5 February 2010 at 19:16
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