Tuesday, October 25, 2016

The Photosynthesis of Scones

     The leaves on my little pot of indoor mums were turning yellow, so I took them outside this morning for a cupful of photosynthesis. The sun laid its arm across my shoulders, friendlywise, persuading me to linger awhile and share a cup of warm as well.

     Perhaps it was that second swig of cordial, but when I went inside, drunk with blue sky, bright leaves and the cider-snap of cold in the air, my usual whole grain toast for breakfast had lost its appeal. A little intemperate photosynthesis for this potted mum was needful.

     So I made scones: weightless white flour, insubstantial sugar, pure butter baked into bites and dolloped with cream whipped into light-footed clouds, and the glad-hearted cheer of cherry jam.

     What a pleasant way to convert light into energy.


  1. I smiled through this whole delicious sun-warm post...then read it again. Perfect!
    Suddenly I am thinking fresh scones and sharp cheddar would be the perfect YUM beside the pot of supper soup presently simmering!

    Now I'm going outside to get a little ' drunk with blue sky, bright leaves and the cider-snap of cold in the air,'

    1. There are times when being a lush is permissible.

  2. You just whipped up some scones for breakfast? How I wish I'd have been there! I'd have even brought the cherry jam! And would have joined you basking in that cider autumn air.

    1. And you would have been most welcome!