But there isn’t. And I’m beginning to forget what comes when. Here’s another smattering of the pretty.

Calachuchi — easily my favorite flower in the world. I wish I could have taken home a whole bouquet and then some with me — but I can’t. I managed to catch this one as it fell from the tree. Its scent was already gone. They smell like a bit of heaven.

You probably know it better as plumeria… Anyway, since at this point, the sickness was upon us (not quite me yet), under the cut are some more bits of the prettiness.