Then again, summer's back for a bit.
I like the transitional months in Guatemala, April and October, with their promise of change foretokened by the effloresence of colour in our garden.
However much I relish the sunshine, by the end of each dry season I'm usually starting to feel parched, as if I might at any moment desboronarme and instantly disperse along with the first gust of wind.
And yet I know that come October, I'll be well harto of all those puddle-induced roadblocks, the myriad of little nibbles around my ankles, and the wooden doors around the house which no longer quite shut without a hefty shove.
(Here's a lovely pic that V took the other evening...)
I like the transitional months in Guatemala, April and October, with their promise of change foretokened by the effloresence of colour in our garden.
However much I relish the sunshine, by the end of each dry season I'm usually starting to feel parched, as if I might at any moment desboronarme and instantly disperse along with the first gust of wind.
And yet I know that come October, I'll be well harto of all those puddle-induced roadblocks, the myriad of little nibbles around my ankles, and the wooden doors around the house which no longer quite shut without a hefty shove.
(Here's a lovely pic that V took the other evening...)
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