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Soprano tiramisu from Crixa Cakes (by Dr Sam C)
Other banks (by at the foot of the hill)
Kate 1998
(Source: nearlyvintage, via vocabulicious)

It is not raining rain for me,
It’s raining daffodils;
In every dimpled drop I see
Wild flowers on the hills.
The clouds of gray engulf the day
And overwhelm the town;
It is not raining rain to me,
It’s raining roses down.
It is not raining rain to me,
But fields of clover bloom,
Where any buccaneering bee
Can find a bed and room.
A health unto the happy,
A fig for him who frets!
It is not raining rain to me,
It’s raining violets.
Robert Loveman
(Source: jennyish.blogg.no)