Magpie robin.

A magpie robin has been hanging out near the front of our house after a really long time.  He's there most afternoons and leaves only after a drink of water from the birdbath.  I couldn't get him in this frame.  But you can hear his happy chirping.  A picture of him is below.

It is a pleasant evening.  The scent of jasmine wafts in through the open window, beautiful but heady.  I am reminded of my mother.  The 3 pots of jasmine plants that I have were hers and this year they are blooming more than usual.

It's that time of the year again when the mahogany blooms.  The air is scented but has not yet become heavy with the scent.  When all is quiet, one hears the gentle plop, plop of the flowers falling, like a light drizzle.  Soon the ground will be a scented carpet of little green stars that crunch underfoot, slowly turning yellow and then brown.