English articles about desserts

By Donna Taylor Donna? taylor

"... there are sunny and southerly winds on weekends. Make full use of it! "

"... it is expected that the weather will be fine over the weekend and the south wind will blow slowly. Enjoy it. "

The weatherman's cheerful voice came from the TV, which stumbled on a pile of books, which was the only way she found to connect the cable to the socket. Piles of books, newspapers and magazines have always been the feature of Maggie's kitchen. Since January, they have become more and more in dark days. But in recent weeks, she has found that she is more capable of coping with her situation, and her life has returned to a certain degree of order.

The weatherman's happy broadcast comes from the TV, which is teetering on a pile of books, because only in this way can she connect the TV plug to the socket. Maggie's kitchen is never idle. It has a characteristic that it is always full of piles of books, newspapers and magazines, and since January, these things have accumulated more and more in that dark day. But in recent weeks, she has been able to better adapt to her own situation and her life has returned to some order.

But, like television, it is a delicate balance. To the outside world, she seems calm and calm; She felt very fragile inside. Coping strategies have been adopted, new practices have been discovered, and places that will arouse painful memories have been strictly avoided.

However, just like watching TV, this is a delicate balance. To others, she seems cold and calm; But deep down, she felt extremely vulnerable. She tried to adapt, cultivated some new habits, and resolutely avoided places that caused sad memories.

However, this is a small town and some places can't be ignored. Like a moor who looks down at her every time she opens the front door. Over the past year, she and Mike spent a lot of time walking on it, marking the changes of seasons and being content with each other's company.

However, this is a small town, and some places are unavoidable. Just like every time she opens the front door, all she sees is the towering moor. For many years, she and Mike have spent a lot of time walking on the moor all year round, and they are very comfortable with each other.

Late summer is always a busy time, because they follow the footsteps of countless couples and collect jam during the harvest season.

In the past, late summer was always a busy season. They will follow in the footsteps of countless couples and pick jam when the harvest season comes.

The weather forecast helped Maggie make up her mind. Despite doubts, the sunshine in late summer is still too attractive to the moor. One day she must face it alone; It's too beautiful to leave forever. It's time for this ghost to rest in peace. Picking some berries will keep her busy. After making a decision, Maggie turned off the TV to help with her homework.

The weather forecast helped Maggie make up her mind. Although I am worried, the temptation of the moor is too great in the late summer sun. Sooner or later, she needs to face it alone; It's too beautiful to be left out forever. It's time to end it. Picking berries can make her forget everything. Maggie made up her mind to turn off the TV and help the children with their homework.

It was sunny at dawn on Saturday. Suppressing the desire to turn around, Maggie drove along the familiar driveway, which led to the parking lot at the foot of the mountain. The road to the top of the mountain seems longer and steeper. She was out of breath, her legs ached and her heart was pounding.

At dawn on Saturday, the sky is clear and bright. Maggie resisted the urge to go back and drove along the familiar path to the parking lot at the foot of the mountain. The road to the top of the mountain seems to be getting longer and steeper. She is out of breath, her legs hurt and her heart is pounding.

But in the end, the path emerged from the Woods and extended in the sun. On both sides of the road, thorns climbed over heather and broom, covered with strings of fruits, ripe for picking; Black and green, purple and yellow.

However, the road finally emerged from the Woods and went straight ahead until it disappeared into the sun. On both sides of the road, raspberries cling to heather and broom, covered with strings of fruits, which are ripe for picking; Black and green, purple and yellow, interwoven into colorful.

She needn't have worried. The moor seemed to welcome her back like a long-lost friend, and her mood rose. Maggie took a deep breath of fresh air, skillfully took out a bag from her pocket and began to choose, stopping from time to time to straighten up and enjoy the familiar scenery. She showed her efforts with dyed fingers and scratched hands, and the bag was slowly filled with dark and full fruit.

She needn't have worried. The moor seemed to welcome her back like a long-lost old friend, and her mood rose. Maggie took a deep breath in the fresh air, then skillfully took out a bag from her pocket and began to choose. She will stop from time to time, straighten up and enjoy the familiar scenery. Her efforts paid off-her fingers were stained, her hands were scratched, and the bag was gradually filled with this dark and fleshy fruit.

Riders and pedestrians greet each other as they pass by. After a while, a lonely figure appeared on the road behind her, stopped occasionally and bent down, but soon caught up.

The rider and passers-by exchanged greetings after meeting each other. After a while, a lonely figure appeared in the path behind her, sometimes stopping and sometimes bending over, but always catching up quickly.

"Do you want to add these?"

"Do you still want these?"

The sound startled her, quieter than before, but unmistakable. When she suddenly stood up, she could hardly feel the pain of thorns tearing her hand.

The sound startled her. It's softer than before, but it's definitely that voice. When she suddenly stood up, she hardly felt the raspberry strangling her hand.

"What on earth are you doing here?"

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I think I will find you here, the first weekend in September. Do you want these? " He took out a handful of berries and poured them into her bag. "Perfect day-any cranberries?"

"I think I can find you here on the first weekend of September. Do you want these? " He took out a handful of berries and poured them into her bag. "beautiful day ... are there cranberries here?"

How can he be so calm and casual when she is angry? She wanted to be furious with him because he ruined her beautiful day, but the words in her head didn't come out.

"I-I haven't seen it yet."

"I ... I haven't found it yet."

"Give me a bag and I'll have a look." Mike went through the heather bushes and came to the dense low bushes, and began to poke the leaves to find hidden fruits.

"Give me a bag. I'll look for it. " Mike crossed the heather, walked to the dense and low bushes, and began to poke the leaves to find hidden fruits.