Mango Time Again

I stand beneath the big mango trees while T
goes to the highest heights to pick the half ripe
fruit before throwing them down to me. Am
always amazed at how heavy the Ceylon are,
but my heart will always lie with the Julie.

Update feb 7th 2008

We are now at the far end
of the garden, by the river,
as it loops around to leave us
and heads off down to the falls.












I clear and clean
between the fig trees

whilst T tackles

the hill.

When he reaches

the top, a surprise

is waiting, an old iron

axe head is found beneath

a stone, in a hole

in the bigger of the two

large sentinel stones,

at the top of the hill.

So we wonder,

who it was that hid this here,

when and why?

The hole is deep and full

of water.

and the view from here

is refreshing.