I went coriander picking in the garden this morning. The cold, morning dew soon made my fingers numb. I was accompanied by the sound of roosters waking the neighborhood. Back inside the hot water makes my fingers tingle. Later in the day I picked apples from a few trees in the yard and even took some from the neighbor's tree. There was crab for lunch. It was still alive on the chopping board, it's legs closing up as the knife cracked into its shell. Back to the city now.