The gulmohur tree in our Bassac Garden
May too is standing at the threshold, turning back and waving her hands bidding goodbye…
How quickly the months fly! The red hot May brought with her a bundle of pleasant childhood memories, more intense and heartbreaking memories of loss too…May will be back next year, but those who were snatched away by May will never be.
Bright May sunrises at Phnom Penh
Burning sunsets over the riverside pagoda
May painted Phnom Penh city red. Looks like red is the colour of the month. April had her dazzling yellows, May has her fierce reds.
Crimson sunrises and burning sunsets are pepping up the season. May’s own fiery Gulmohars are all aflame. My little hibiscus plant in the front yard is blazing red and the Scarlet-backed Flower Pecker visits every morning. Scarlet, crimson and ruby red is all around!
Red eyed, red mouthed Plaintive Cuckoo fills our Bassac Garden with her plaintive notes, but her wailing doesn’t affect the spirit of the month.
The red eyed plaintive cuckoo, crying her heart out
The little scarlet-backed flower pecker
Every fruit is red and ripe; the rose apples and pomegranates in the yard are plump and sway in the breeze with flushed cheeks. Birds work and sing tireless.
Rose apples at our back yard
Our little pomegranate tree
The deep blue May sky rejoices at the singing of the birds. The fluffy white clouds leap up high with joy, hearing the Robins singing among the pleasant boughs.
The Sky and the clouds and the birds can soothe your doleful thoughts too.
Till we meet next year…
Adieu May!
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