Our moringa tree comes into its own; and notes on Jamaica’s tea-drinking habits

Over the years, I have posted photos of our beloved moringa tree, and sung its praises. In fact, it’s three trees, but they have intertwined over the years, so I think of it as one. Several years later, how have our trees evolved? Looking back at the pictures I had shared, I realise that their … More Our moringa tree comes into its own; and notes on Jamaica’s tea-drinking habits

World Wildlife Day in Jamaica: A Bright Morning and a Dark Day of Cruelty

It was a shimmering morning, when the colors seemed to be turned up several shades brighter. We were in Hope Gardens. We stood amidst the debris of a party (sorry – Festival) that took place two days earlier. As yet untouched, swathes of cloth, discarded rum containers and cups, plastic knives and forks, plastic bottles … More World Wildlife Day in Jamaica: A Bright Morning and a Dark Day of Cruelty

Birds and Blood

The Petchary is a bird.  It is a visitor to the island of Jamaica, but one from the south, unlike the bright little creatures from the north that populate our garden in the winter months.  And it arrives in the summer.  For the rest of the year, its close relative, the Loggerhead Kingbird, dances noisily … More Birds and Blood

Bleaky

Today was a bleaky day. In Jamaican terms, this means grey, cloudy, no sign of the sun (except when, early in the morning, it gave up the struggle with a swathe of bone-grey cloud, and allowed itself to be slowly smothered). On bleaky days there is no sun, nor is there any rain. But the … More Bleaky