"What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered." Ralph Waldo Emerson
We enjoyed a quiet, peaceful morning at Sweet Song in Belize. Delight sprouted from all angles: rainbow-colored Aracaris plucked nuts from the Governor's Plum tree; energetic dogs tussled along meandering paths and iguanas darted through the grass. Cloudy skies prevailed. But the air was warm and laced with exotic smells. There were pretty flowers and tall, blooming trees. It was January and there wasn't any snow. Nature was nurtured; our souls replenished.
Follow our feet...
A red scavenger sitting by spicy-red, Marie Sharp's hot sauce. Two good things.
The beautiful Ararcari.
"The flower that is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous." Rabindranath Tagore
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