So the other day when I found a bucket of lovely assorted fruits on my front porch, I automatically thought it was Tony. That afternoon, as I headed out on an errand, he was out front. I quickly penned a "thank you" and put it in the bucket to return to him. But something was off. When I told him how much I appreciated the beautiful fruit, the colors, the smells, he looked at me rather blankly and a bit confused. He speaks English quite well, and I was certain he understood me. Either way, I left the bucket on his front steps.
|Mother Nature's master artistry of colors and shapes: Abundance|