When the sunshines hot before it
even reaches noon, having breakfast
on my shady balcony is a real treat.
Sunday’s traffic is quieter. No service
vans, or lumbering garbage trucks to
invade the acoustics of the street. Clear
and clean before the church bells chime,
I can hear the birds even if I don’t
recognize their call or tweet or chirp.
My breakfast of egg and bacon,
grapefruit and toast served to me,
by me, on my mom’s china plate
makes this a special day of the week.
One lonely scout wasp challenged me to
my buttered granola toast and blackberry
jam. He lost that match or maybe didn’t
find my breakfast as delicious as I did.
“Breakfast is a beautiful, elegant thing;
a meal to be savoured and embraced.”
~ Jamie Oliver
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