It is a beautiful day here. The sky is a gorgeous deep blue with big fluffy white clouds slowly floating by as if they too were enjoying the day so much that they don't want to go anywhere. I can tell that dry season is coming because several of the birds and butterflies that disappear during the wet months have returned and have added their songs to the already large chorus of regular residents. Many of them, like the scarlet bishop and the bee-eater, have very bright colors... probably God's way of brightening up the dry brown landscape of dry season. For now though, while all is still green, they add a glorious dimension of color. Have I talked you into coming to visit us yet? No?... well I'll just keep trying. :)
In a practical way, I can tell that dry season is coming. My laundry is dry by 2 or 3 o'clock in the afternoon, unless it is really heavy, like jeans. Just last week, I was still having to rehang everything the next day, except for the really light stuff, just to get it dry. Isn't it funny how the "winds of change" are blowing.
Roy should be getting back from Freetown within about the next hour, and is bringing Dad and Clare with him after their 4 month absence. So we are going to party tonight!!! Tomorrow is Seth's birthday and he will be turning nine. It is hard to believe that we have been here almost a year, and yet at the same time I am often amazed at how much we have acclimated. God is good... all the time... and everywhere.