Morning sunshine

Slorum Tigus

Every Sunday, when I was young, my mother would cook us her sunny special breakfast. It was in fact eggs, bread and jam, but placed in a plate in such a way that it evoked a sunrise. I would like to surprise my grandchildren with such a meal, but my son does not let me near the henhouse anymore. It would be a great joy if you could bring me back fresh eggs; I would express my gratitude.