The view from the verandah of my mother-in-law (Miss Annie). She is clearing the banana grove and she pauses briefly to look at one of her dogs. The John Crow Mountains are in the background, with a jancro perched on a palm trunk in front of them. Meanwhile the cowman passes, same time every day, ageless. His cows are hidden behind the lush vegetation, but they are there, as one of the dogs is looking at them through the garden gate.
