The sun is just rising, into an almost clear sky, after the shower of rain last night. Its golden arms reaching high, between the last little puffs of cloud, as if stretching and yawning as it wakes from its slumber. Oh, how the earth smells refreshed as those fingers of light reach out and touch it.
The air is warm, but the leaves are cool, as I nestle amongst the branches of my cherry tree. The carefully pruned branches are shaped like a goblet around me and I am surrounded by bunches of dark, shiny fruit.
Tucked away in my own little world, my tree is enclosed in the dark mesh of shade cloth that keeps my bounty safe. My basket fills quickly as I deftly twist and pinch the stem nubs, collecting handfuls of delicious fruit.
A King Parrot lands in the Chinese Pistachio high above and 'peeps' loudly, as though demanding I take off the cover and let him in. Below, I hear my chooks 'brrrk'ing, hoping to pounce on any that I drop. Yet, even those are safe.
Outside the cover I hear insects buzzing, and I am relieved that this simple mesh keeps out the fruit fly.
We had hail a few weeks ago, after days of terrible heat. We've had wind too, and blistering sun. Yet my cherries are perfect within my dark mesh room. Firm, plump, juicy and sweet.
My basket is full!
How rich am I?!