Sunday, June 11

YEAR:  2023 | Tags:  | | |

Garden, 10:55


I wake up earlier than I hoped to the sound of rain bouncing off one or more of the several tins roofs within earshot. Then I can hear the rain on its own, hitting the leaves and the ground.

Sure enough, when I look out the ground has a covering of branches and leaves.

A couple of hours later the rain suddenly stops, the sun comes out and I emerge to gather up the big jackfruit leaves. In the middle of the garden I see one small jackfruit lying there with nowhere to hide.