It’s dawn in the Gardens. The orange-tooted scrub fowl waddles across the path to scratch around in the dead leaves. The air is damp with the dew on the grass and soft hazy clouds pepper the sky. The wet air reminds me that it’s not long to go to the Wet Season. I can’t resist sharing this photo. It’s the flower from a cannonball tree. The delicate flowers hang off a vine like stem around the tree and they seem at odds with the huge balls of fruit.