How good it was…
The island fresh pineapple that was almost too sweet?
Or the just-overripe pawpaw?
Or a couple of the stubby, fat, yellow n’ red bananas…
Though the skies open and the wind and waves howl, I remain content.
In classic island fashion my housekeeper, Lanlyne, stocked the house up with fresh fruit and veggies for the weekend.
She had left a great pawpaw, cucumber and pineapple juice in the fridge. It had a touch of ginger and was magic.
The tub of pawpaw, pineapple, with a few bananas is what is left of lunch for today.
And life is guuuud…
The Native Iowan 
Putim go lemon juice, five corner fruit, an hem nomoa fo sunday breakfast.
By: carolyn siota on April 1, 2012
at 9:50 pm