tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8273248.post-1147864552932994902006-05-17T20:14:00.000+09:002006-05-17T23:42:32.916+09:00<A HREF="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/283/320/DSC02804.jpg"><IMG SRC="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/283/320/DSC02804.jpg" width="328" height="248" alt="" style="display:block;cursor:hand; text-align:center";></A><br />The rainy season began this week and will last about two months. And that's all I'm going to say about that because I've done more than enough complaining on this blog. One nice thing about these wet pair of months is that they seem to draw out all the beautiful flowers. My favorite right now are the sturdy little orange blossoms, one of which Edward very kindly agreed to model for us. They're fairly plain in form but they smell scrumptious, especially in this moist, heavy air. And I'm talking <em>seriously</em> scrumptious--like "standing in the sidewalk and snuffling your neighbor's hedge for five minutes because there's an orange tree on the other side sending out heady wafts of orange blossom perfume" scrumptious. <br /><br /><A HREF="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/283/640/DSC02808.jpg"><IMG SRC="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1971/283/320/DSC02808.jpg" width="328" height="248" alt="" style="display:block;cursor:hand; text-align:center";></A><br /><span class="shortpost">brownbreadicecreamnoreply@blogger.com