Cider with Rosie

I've just started reading this gorgeous evocative book and want to go rolling in blades of grass and stuff my mouth with blackberries and hang around the apron hems of sisters " snapping tight pea-pods, long shells of green pearls" and watch my mother prepare pastry and be "beaten away by wet hands gloved with flour (to) return in a marose and speechless lust." Thanks JB for a wonderful birthday gift.