Day eight, and counting

It is incredibly hot down here, in the upper eighties by two o’clock in the afternoon. Our “cold” weather did not last very long- not by my standards, anyway.

However, everything is blooming, and the colors, of the trees, bushes, plants, are all breathtakingly beautiful. But, you already know this, if you have been following this blog.

The smells that accompany the blooms are just as magnificent as the colors. When driving, or walking, there is usually a nice breeze, (the only redeeming thing, in this heat), and on that breeze you can smell the forsythias, jasmine, and, the oleanders.

In our park, alone, we have all of those, plus the ever gorgeous jacaranda trees. Their flowers are a beautiful, bright bluish purple, like the lilac bushes up North. There is a large jacaranda tree right outside the terrace, here at Juan’s house, and, when we walk out of the bedroom, onto the terrace, it is a sight to behold. In fact, it is just about the only thing you see, out most of the windows on that side.