Sunday
Morning, Tara looks out the window, “its sunny and bright” a dejected tone in
her voice and on her face. Our
bodies and spirits have been awaiting a change in seasons that will not
come. We are far from fall. Yesterday it rained. Dark cloudy skies, drizzles and down
pours. The weather imposed a quiet mood on the city, and gifted us with pieces
of fall; submission to the weather, contentment, happiness, and time. Time to enjoy this place without
having to shelter from the heat and humidity. Time to read and write poetry of a very low quality; knit and
nap to the soft percussions of precipitation. We have not had a better day at
this apartment than that.
As I follow
the Western Washington weather with it’s dropping temperatures, falling rain
and decreasing daylight I miss that place, the temperate climate. However I can find consolation in one
key benefit of living in the forever hot tropics, it is the end of October and
I have Tomatoes and Basil growing on my porch. Back home at this time I would have to content myself with
tomatoes picked green a day or two before the first frost, placed in paper bag
with an apple supplying the ethylene that will hopefully ripen them to a state
where a passable sauce can be made.
Here, I am 2-3 weeks from the first red fruit that will go from vine to
hand to mouth, dripping juice through a smile of satisfaction. A true taste of summer in this eternal
summer.
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| Hope |
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| Another tomato flower |
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| First Fruits |
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| Avocado, Basil, Tomato |
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| Double rainbow over the Rio Magdalena |
