With its thousand-and-one tiny lilac flowers and little white whirling butterflies, this typical Curaçao tree stands next to a solid FrangiPani tree with its strange pink flowers (I find these flowers fascinating).
Yellow-green coloured parakeets fly by, while the flamboyant trupials, busy mockingbirds and quick bananaquits are singing from the old Kenepa tree in front of our house. From behing my dear iMac, I am watching through the open windows how this scene is illuminated by the soft morning sunlight.
