During the hot, dry months of summer I dream of rain, but it’s hard to imagine that now. We’ve had a procession of wet, gray days, so when the sun came out this morning, it was intoxicating. Everything looked lovely.
We had our one freezing week in January, so the semi-tropical plants are all withered and demoralized- poor banana, taro, tree tomato and even bouganvillea. The aloe and passion fruit outside the greenhouse, on the other hand, seemed quite content:

The narcissus in the same neighborhood are making their appearance among some pots of succulents:

And the fruit is finally ripe on this lanky young lemon tree:

In the distance, the mountain hid behind a cloud. (That’s Baki’s bathtub in the foreground.)

The dizziness is subsiding now, as we’re losing the sun to cloud cover, but I hope we’ll be enjoying another sunny morning before to long.