Crock

A woman asked today if the elderflower pressé was carbonated. She had apple juice instead because her doctor had advised her that fizzy drinks may damage her bladder lining. Her husband had a diet coke. I raised an eyebrow. "My bladder's fine" he said.
The local raspberries and strawberries served with local cream (am I getting obsessed?) are going well, so I'm now detouring to a second farm every other morning. It's a pity we can't make soup out of fruit.
"This must be a little gold mine," a man said today. It wasn't a question. So I didn't answer it.