The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.
We human beings are a complicated lot. When we’re in winter, we dream of summer. When the weather gets too hot, we complain; and, when we live in the tropics, the winter we disliked so much before starts sounding romantic. Why are we never satisfied?
I’ve been dreaming about winter wonderlands lately. It seems Christmas has infected me with visions of reindeer, snowmen, sugarplums, and all the trimmings. However, where I live, none of that is likely to happen.
Here, in Côte d’Ivoire, the heat ratchets up a notch towards the end of the year. The harmattan winds are blowing already and, by some time in January or February, the air will be filled with dust, giving Abidjan the appearance of a city caught in perpetual fog.
A few weeks ago, the lizards were mating and put on a very entertaining spectacle — replete with brazen lads cheekily pursuing shy lasses all over the garden. Now, most often, it is a terrified mother or her brood of mini lizards that go skittering about.
The babies are about the size of large grasshoppers. They’re precious, and they move in the blink of an eye. I have yet to catch one on film; but, they are truly a sight to behold.
Brightly colored butterflies dance among the bushes, many of which are in bloom. Simultaneously, birds of all sizes and colors flit from tree to tree, each singing his own merry tune. Perhaps these are our tropical ornaments. Nature’s decorations and symphony, for its very own Christmas celebration.