wet + hot = steamy

 and off we go ....

By this time of the year, ALL of us are in a holding pattern, of hot and wet, and steamy ...
Wanting and needing as much rain as possible, in these last weeks of summer, and yet, we ALL
have had enough.

The smell.
Dirty wet dog, rolled in dirt and mud, with a mixture of caca, and rotten fish guts thrown in.

It doesn't smell like that all the time of course.

Most of the time, especially after a good " gully washer " it's so rich and green, you can smell deep into the earth, and she smells sweet. 

Light, Texture, Smell ....

It all makes me feel very awake, grounded, connected to the cycle of life and death and life.
The beauty in the moment.  The moments are the journey.

To live so close with Mother Nature, hummingbirds come face to face with you at breakfast.

The sea is calmer, this time of year. Like glass most of the time.  The Water Taxi rides are exquisite,
as long as you don't get caught in the rain.

You can see it sometimes, a black curtin pulled from the sky, heading right towards you, or you
towards it. A 3 minute downpour and we're thru it, .... or not ....

You can hear it too.  Coming down river, like a wave.  It can take a while, but it gets closer and closer,
 louder and louder. Dash around to move furniture, cover /unplug electronics, clothes off the line,
hurry, hurry , because , here it comes.

It is so loud, sometimes you can't hear yourself think.  Really.
You have to stop thinking, and just sit back and love the rain.
Without it we would never cool off !!

I can watch the Banana Tress in the yard grow, maybe 6 inches a day.
The Bouganvilla, about the same.
Take cuttings and just stick them in the dirt to grow.  Pull weeds by the roots as easy as carrots.
Now is the time for planting.  The ground is soft and welcoming and almost anything will grow ....

The dampness begins to get on my nerves.  Everyday another blouse or dress or bolsa to clean. 
Nothing will be dry again until mid October. Luckily, clothes are a minimal requirement, so many are
still packed away, like blankets and curtins and extra accessories.
Summer living made simple.

I used to put all the books in plastic zip lock bags, but i don't anymore.  Now that I'm here full time I just
check them once in a while for termites, and mold.

Fans .... How did they do it without them .... Most days, especially now, we all stick close to the fans.
The locals will burn the large cardboard egg cartons to keep the bugs away.
Unlike the dry season with so few bugs, they make up for it now. 
Sometimes forced to go to bed shortly after dark, safe in the net with the lights off.

Termites swarm, Fireflies, look like candles flickering in the yard.
Beetles who crash themselves into the light until they finally collapse, on their backs, and wiggle around till they die, which can take a very long time.

The land crabs, who come early in the summer, by the hundreds, just after the first rains. 
They are my favorite, except when they climb into the Palapa.  I really hate that, hearing the Crabs fussing around in the roof.  I can usually spot them, and we battle it out with the broom, and I usually win.
Poor crab hobling off with a missing claw or two.  They seem to get on just fine like that .

There's more, and more, but for now I'll take a break and post a poem and hopefully a photo...

much muchness !

k