The Olympian restaurant

It was suddenly cloudy in the afternoon and the smell of the Persian lilac flowers drifted into the garage, which I use as my office. I decided to take a break from the computer and strolled out on to the driveway. The cool breeze provided welcome relief from the summer. The guava tree was dancing in the breeze and I was happy to see that it was enjoying standing on its own8230; we had removed its support only last week. The chiku tree which gives us one solitary chiku every year which is shared dutifully by four people, also seemed cheerful. I noticed that it had clusters of fresh leaves standing vertically at the edges of its branches. Just a fortnight back they had been brown and I had expected them to turn into pods, but evidently I was wrong.

Standing there, the cool breeze ruffling my hair, I thought that I should perhaps take a photograph of the garden and put it up on my blog. This year we8217;ve had flowers of fifteen kinds 8212; blue, yellow, orange, red, lilac, mauve, pink, peach and white. My favourite is the petunia which has clawed its way through the tulsi shrub and peeks at us from its centre.

As I was admiring all this, I saw a bright red hamburger on the lawn. I went closer and saw that there were, in fact, eight giant hamburgers8230; some on the driveway and some that had been swept by the breeze on to the lawn. McDonald8217;s had visited our house, it seemed, and proud of their achievement at being the official restaurant at the Beijing Olympics, had generously dropped eight or so of these burger-shaped menus which were decorating our lawn. I felt happy about their achievement and wondered what would be a fitting reply to their courtesy. Perhaps I should congratulate them by driving up to their restaurants and chucking some grass and mud from the lawn as a mark of my appreciation?