I'm sitting out in the garden under an overhang, rain coming down. It's hard to describe how wonderful it feels, the rain. After two long months of almost excruciatingly hot humid sunshine, just the pleasure of being cool is huge. But it's much more than that. We haven't had rain for almost six months, and with the rain everything is different. Smells are different. Colors are different. The pink, yellow, orange and red hibiscus flowers glow like lanterns. The orchids – the "orchid walls" hanging all around me, are always beautiful, but with the rain they have a softness, as if the overcast sky is wrapping itself around every petal. The white gardenias. Pea's tangerine, violet, and
cream-colored roses. The Dracaena, Dieffenbachia, Ixora, Ctenanthe. Everything is happy! The birds are happy. The frogs are happy.
Six months from now I will most likely be looking forward to dry season, to the end of the rain. But for now, it's only bliss.
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You should have been here in Nova Scotia for the past six weeks - you'd have had more than enough rain (and fog which you probably don't get there). My brother who lives in Comox BC has been to Thailand many times, feels a deep kinship with the country and has attended a monastery in Chaing Mai several times and would very much like to meet you. My other brother in Newfoundland has an attachment to Indonesia and speaks several dialects fluently having spent some time there. I'm rambling, obviously, I just want to say that I enjoy your blog, and have sort of followed your adventures ever since I first saw you on Martha Stewart many many years ago. You seem to lead a charmed life, may it continue for a long time.
thanks so much for your note. if your brother is ever in this neck of the woods,please tell him to stop in. it is a bit of a sleepy hollow, but anyone who likes thailand would like it, i think.
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