Fire, Love, Rain, and War
Spring time is when live is full of fire. When flowers bloom. When love dances in the air. And when wars for love and rights to survive into next generations rage over Dreamland. An Illawara flamel tree, a native Australian, in our back yard puts on a flower show (below) that contrasts the bare neceassity of a power pole (on left) that brings electricity to our home.
It is now late Spring (of 2015), rains have come, but wars for reproduction are not over. A selfie of Yoyo ( our resident sulphur crest cockatoo - below) among his rivals (for food).
Back to the famous Jacaranda (ศรีตรัง) tree that has for many years delighted our friends and visitors with a purple carpet and a surreal dream of walking on flowers. The tree does not disappoint.
This Spring, we still have refugees coming from deeper and dryer inlands. It seems that droughts are still gripping many areas. Rains still miss where they are needed desperately. But this is life! There are always struggles and wars for the rights to live on. Flowers are plants' weapons. Flowers are really weapons for mass attractions.