Rhythm of Two Seasons

After more than five years living in southern Mexico, in the village of San Pedro Ixtlahuaca near Oaxaca, I have grown accustomed to the rhythm of two seasons: dry and wet. Even so, the dry season still weighs on me, much like the bitter cold once did in the northern places I came from.

This year, some welcome rain has arrived earlier than usual, ahead of its typical entrance in June.

With the rain, the long-suffering plant life begins to stir awake. The ground remains mostly brown for now, but soon it will turn green. And with that, my daily yard work will grow from a modest twenty minutes to nearly an hour.

The images are a few photographs of the colorful flowers blooming around our home just now.

"In the garden of Thine heart, plant naught but the rose of love."

—Bahaú´llah