Flowers in the Morning Mist
Cool colors at Villa Flores
After the recent rains in the mountains of eastern Puerto Rico, where I live, the sun fought a pitched battle with a battalion of fog as it advanced up the valley. I rushed out to see what I could see. What I saw was nature’s saturated colors! I had to photograph it. I sought, captured, and published the lush gamut of greens in Mad About the Mist.
Today, I am giving equal time to the changing colors of the flowers and plants around Villa Flores, my home. And, yes, the sun eventually won the battle (but not the war)!
Villa Flores is not a villa, not in the Spanish sense of a village or settlement. Nor is it that other meaning, a sumptuous home on a Mediterranean cliff overlooking the sea.
It was baptized with that name by a visiting Italian friend many years ago — and the name stuck. It is blazoned in colorful tiles on the pillars that support our gate — to remind anyone entering of our hubris.
Villa Flores is, I modestly admit, a comfortable home in a privileged place. Indeed, we can see the sea, nestled silently between two mountains, and spread out behind San Juan. It is some 35…
