As I passed our dining table this morning, the early-morning sunlight lit up a yam that Karla had cut and placed in a bowl because it was starting to sprout. The scene reminded me of far-off exotic mountains in China. Looking out the window behind the plant, I didn’t see soaring jagged peaks, but the gentle mounds provided enough similarity to my Chinese model that it deserved becoming a blog subject. Hey, it’s Sunday morning; I’m relaxed.
I hope you enjoy what I experienced.