Apple Pie and Quiet

I made an apple pie Friday night.

We woke up late Saturday and ate it for breakfast, just like last week.

The boys went their various ways and Anna and I sat for a while on the balcony, enjoying the unseasonably cool, dry weather.

The bougainvillea is starting to bloom.

The mountain we look out on is lush and green.

The distant vista, a glimpse of the South China Sea.