Ch – ch – ch – changes…

There has been some rather serious talk on here in the past couple of weeks, what with trust, honesty and then the impromptu prompt which led to a discussion on mental health and cancer.  And then more discussion on mental health and cancer.  So I have decided that I should punctuate this with a bit of a change.  (And I do mean punctuate – these topics are too important to move away from).

Change is the Big Word on everyone’s lips in this neck of the woods at the moment. It is all around us and causing a great deal of interest and curiosity. I have suddenly become highly popular (purely by virtue of being here just now) and I am constantly being asked whether I think there is change underway.  It is incredible to be here and enormously encouraging.  I am fascinated and optimistic.

And while all of that change is going on, there is a different change in the air.  That of the change of season.  The hot, dry season becomes more and more hot and less dry as the humidity increases and monsoonal clouds gather a few days away.  The greatest barometer of that change is, in my view, to be seen in the riot of colour which erupts in Yangon during this pre-monsoonal season.

I completely missed it 2 years ago, living in a radiation bunker and hiding away with my shiny, bald head. So when I woke up to the spectacular colour fest all around me last year, I was totally taken aback and spent the weeks gasping at and admiring the incredibly bright colours everywhere.

The colour seems to start with the jacaranda, and a variety of purple blooms take over the city.

Then the yellows, oranges and reds of Padauk, flame and other trees, with all manner of coloured blooms appear, contrasting vividly against the green foliage.  The flame tree looks as if it has no foliage at all and stands out dramatically.

While travelling with a colleague yesterday, she pointed out the orangey yellow blossoms of the Padauk tree.  These blossoms stay for less than a day, and fall on the ground making a yellow carpet within hours of blossoming. The trees were bulging with blossom and it was hard to imagine that it would all be gone within a few hours.

My colleague the told me that thirty – forty years ago the Padauk flowered only once, at the Thingyan festival time.  Now it seems to flower after a heavy rainstorm, the trees are forced into blossoming perhaps half a dozen times before the season passes.

And the season will pass, the trees will gradually lose their poster paintbox colours as the rainy season reaches us and washes the colours away. Monsoon is imminent.  It should enter the southern border and sweep northwards in our direction.  We will again become used to the sounds of frogs and their loud croaking as they call out across the muddy grasses.  The crickets will create a chorus of chittering anc chirruping. We hear the distant rumble of thunder and the characteristic whispering of the bamboo as the winds bring each fresh rainstorm.  And the unmistakable and incredibly restful sound of the monsoon rains pouring in torrents, rhythmically drumming on the paths and roofs.  There is something both peaceful and invigorating about the rains cascading.

Oh yes.  Change is in the air indeed and we are in a wonderful space, surrounded by colour as the air cools and the life-giving rains sweep in.

8 thoughts on “Ch – ch – ch – changes…

  1. Three cheers for the dry season!!! I felt so ripped off leaving Darwin just as it was beginning last year, and plan to relish it in 2012…its early days have been wonderful already. I love your photos – enjoy!!

  2. Beautiful flowers and trees, I can only imagine how it must feel to be surrounded by those colours. Here we have tall green maples dominating everything, filling the streets with a vibrant green. I think colour and foliage is a refreshment for the mind. Thanks for this post!

    Catherine

  3. I imagine it’s an exciting time to live in Myanmar. The people must be full of anticipation and new leadership. The vegetation is indeed a riot of color. Years and years ago, I used to stay for long periods of time in the Yucatan and the Bahamas, and I love the daily rains. Everything is refreshed.

  4. Very exciting, these changes. I can feel it in the “air” of your post. In the beauty of the flowers, and the anticipation of the refreshing rains. Thank you for the visual feast. It’s beneficial to our mental health, too. xx

  5. Pingback: A splash of seasonal colour | Feisty Blue Gecko - a tail of the unexpected

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