1. We -- that is all the people in the park -- keep glancing at the sky. It's dry slate grey, and growing darker by the minute. The trees in the park are lit up by the long winter sun, and when I'm not watching the sky, I'm marvelling at each twig picked out against the sky.
2. To pick out cakes for Saturday tea at the bakers.
3. To press down a sandwich and feel the Little Gem lettuce crunch inside it.