I love the way the little palm spawn are playing around the grown-up palm in this image. This was taken at a very odd little resort that my niece and I passed through as we walked back from the main Tulum ruins to our little hotel. If I were younger, it’s a place I might have liked to stay, because each room was just a little tiny house, all painted in bright tropical colors. But there were communal bathrooms (no) and no cross-breezes in the tiny houses (oven) – neither of those things feeds the soul in need of sanctuary.  But palm trees, and the sound of the wind through the fronds, always does.

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Tulum, Mexico.

Quote of the day: “In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold.” — Ben Aaronovitch

Daily gratitudes:
The Stock Show parade
Hearing coyotes howling in the open space near my bungalow
Old fashioned radiators to warm MKL’s feet
Island dreaming
Only 72 days until spring