In Costa Rica, the dry season - or as I call it the windy season - comes some time in December. We’ll get a spattering of rain here and there; however the Trade Winds blow away the rain and bring in the mounds of sunshine, and eventually the really warm weather. My hair goes from curls to a wind-blown frizzy mess; dust replaces mold; and the leaves do fall.

But before they do, we get OUR fall colors.

Trees bloom in a fantastic spattering of palettes. First there will be orange blooms and yellow blooms. Then, we’ll get pink and purple. Flowers blast off too. Poinsettias dot the side of the road in bright red, and this vine, I call “ticky-tack” (not sure if that is correct) trumpets in orange and hangs over fences, brightening up the cement pathways of the city.

Since our seasons are opposite than the North, I guess we should call it our Spring colors. Beauty is beauty no matter the name.