a normal name

who had a normal name

Now that October glides into November, we sleep later
till nine, and we do not use the living room heater, sit in the kitchen, watch TV after breakfast.
A light morning meal to break the fast, since we will eat lunch at one o'clock, or there about.
I have taken many nature photos of plants, flowers and
dead white trees no birds would sit on
I have seen birds nesting and their babies learning to fly
most were lucky, but some landed in a puddle and drowned, and the brave ones flying on untrained wings too far where the raven waited
Olive trees, if they survive the onslaught from ugly people called settlers, mostly rude fanatics who spit your way, say things like: “We killed Jesus,and laugh
A man who happened to be called Jesus, no, not him,woke up under an olive tree where Maria had sought shade, disturbances in the other field where the thuggish
were trying to burn down an olive tree so old it had got a byline in the bible.
Jesus and Maria liked to go to France where he could train and be a chef, but his father was old, too aged to run his carpentry shop with uncouth vulgarians around
the business faltered.
Jesus and his betrothed decided to take the old man, with them on the road to Damascus and met a Christian willing to take them to the port of Latakia and find a ship to take them to France
It turned out that Jesus was a talented chef who after training under the Famous Epicure, branched out and
became a famous restaurateur
Several hundred years later, a man called Macron was born, but since he has nothing to do with this story
we can leave him alone to preside in Paris