The weather has been perfect the whole time Peter and Le-Dung have been here. Blue,blue sky, blue, blue sea, green, green grass. Or should that be Bluegrass?
Hot – go fishing, dive off the side of the kayak to free hooks from the reef. The sea is warm. I feel Polynesian. My skin is turning brown. My hair is growing long and jet black.
Brugmansia reminds me of sukebind. Well the pods are really swelling.