Is It English?

Verily, I arose this morn with the rising of our wonderous celestial orb of fire.

Descending the stairs, I made my way to yon house of fair fowl.  Releasing the flock to the day's toil, I retreated to the sanctuary of the privy, to make my toilette.

After breaking my fast with bread made of the finest wheaten flour and with coffee from the orient, I girded myself to do battle with the villeinous, thrice cursed weeds which falsely inhabit my garden of cullenary delights.  I then bedded the virtuous plants with cloth of black and copious hay.

Feeling the hunger one receives from doing the task of the just, I repasted upon white grain and black beans and fermented wheat and hops.

As the celestial orb had passed the midday, I initiated the innundation of the roots of my fair crop.  When to mine ears came the cackle of one of my fair fowl.  Hastening to the spot forthwith, I beheld my little mother's production of her first obligate sphere since the entrance of her brood into the world.

Replete with joy, I attempted my next undertaking with much trepidation.  The four legged beasts residing in my dwelling, offended the nostrils of God.  It was thus incumbent upon me to rectify this unseemly state.

And I made it so.

As a reward for stalwart attention to commands, these sweet-smelling beasts were led on an expedition into the wilds of the hinterland.

Images were collected upon the journey

What is it, Sister Sister?

This dragonfly flutters like a butterfly when it flies

just a moth

Alas, a dead beetle.  John or George?

either a butterfly or pince-nez

an unripe razzberry

what is it Daughter Daughter?

The constitutional was finished anon and I retired from my labors of the day.

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