Trill

Not only birds.  Blooms trill, too.  Can't you hear them.  Ah! and a meal of artichokes.  A garden is an anthology of poems waiting to be seen and heard.  There for the eating.

Bowls

and what they might contain.  Shape and potential.

Now imagine paper and what might be harvested therein.

And why am I fondly remembering the 2 baby quail Ann and I spotted at San Pedro Park yesterday?

I eat artichokes.
I eat mangoes.
I don't eat quail.