Sunday, January 23, 2011

My Kind of Sunday Morning



This morning is unique on its own: a cloudless bright blue sky, silent surroundings and a ceremony of black birds busy on the yellow berries growing beside the spring. On my own, I went about inspecting the orchard and notice a couple of overripe magnolia jackfruit rotting underneath their respective trunks. I took them one after the other as presents to Maurine and Presidia, my wife's pet swine. They were so excited gobbling them that they failed to thank me for my kindness.
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