My German Breakfast
Breakfast can’t get any better than this.
I called mine a German breakfast. It was in Germany. But it could have been anywhere.
Yes a breakfast of orchard apricots, backyard red currants under the shade of a pregnant cherry tree can’t get any better.
It was a breakfast to remember.
It could have been anywhere.
A jet-lagged woman and her daughter having breakfast at noon while others were already eating lunch. And so it went for the rest of their days there. It was the countryside after all and time had little significance.