Fine grey mist descends
Guava leaves reach heavenward
Winter morning dawns
feel like going for a walk with the winter morning mist…
I just returned from a nice long winter morning walk in the fog. There is nothing like a winter morning without rain!
so true and how i miss them in this tropical isle
mmm.. got me thinking of how just one guava makes his presence felt everywhere. neither the apple or the orange (forget bananas) smell so strong. eat me, eat me he says. attention seeker!! woof.
fuzzy, maybe that is why my guava leaves turn toward the skies as if in prayer: they are grateful to be associated with a fruit so heavenly.
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