The lack of rain has one silver lining. The frangipani trees are in full bloom. The trees are rather dead looking, even in the best of health, with only the ends putting forth a nosegay’s worth of spectacular blooms with equally spectacular aroma. But because the lack of water, the caterpillars that usually chow all the leaves and blooms are nowhere in sight. (Here’s a picture from last year.)
The rainstorms that have arrived have coaxed flowers into bloom, and have welcomed the local fireflies. I’m not sure where the lightning bugs have been hiding, or whether, like the flowers, the water somehow wakes them from a slumber, but I don’t care. The flits of yellow light dancing in the woods bring back memories of my childhood.