 If I woke up this morning in Epping Farm and opened the backdoor, I would be greeted by the vast mass of wonderfulness that is the Blue Mountain. I would wonder if I could seriously climb to the peak today, imagine myself doing it, then I would settle back into just enjoying looking at the rooster that crowed at four-thirty in the morning waking me up, then look at the lush foliage around my grandparents yard. I love an Epping Farm morning with all its rhythms… a rhythmic good maaning, birds chirping, animals roaming the yard, people talking, and the smell of a good breakfast; mint tea, boiled green bananas, ackee and saltfish, and hard-dough bread. GOOD MAANING EPPING FARM! |