The butterflies are the same orange as the Lantana camara growing in hedges against the horizon with the Codiaeums’ flaming stands and a carpet of Oenothera, opening palely as the sun creeps over.
Black vultures ride thermals above us, splayed wing shadows massive on the ground, and the bird song here is incredible, turning on suddenly so bright and high with the sunrise. Yellow chested Kiskadees dip noiselessly into the pool, joyful in the fading sunlight. It is truly lovely here.
a year in the garden 