All because of my rooster.
They stop by and tell me that they are kampong boys and kampong girls. It is quite odd to have these elderly folk with their mops of white hair describe themselves as boys and girls. I guess, somewhere inside all of us, we never really grow up.
My hen melted.
Sand ginger flower. I ate it.
Soursop flower bud.
Ginger.
Pea shoots.
Harvested pea shoots.
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