Spring has arrived in the tropics.
For me that means days where the temperatures reach 30 degrees and above. Nights where the temperature barely makes it to 22 degrees. Leaving an air conditioned space to drive in an air conditioned car. The washing that is dry about thirty minutes after it has been hung on the line. Grass that needs to be mowed weekly and even then it is ankle high. Plovers that swoop at my head when I go for a walk.
Flowers don’t bloom to let us know that the season has changed. The transition is swift and too harsh for delicate blooms.
So I’ll just gaze upon my quilt and pretend.