The upsides of course are the full cisterns and crazy happy plants (just make sure your potted plants aren't drowning!). The downside is the horrible muddy rock filled waters from badly constructed (unpermitted *cough*) roads and clear cut land dumping tons of sediment into the bay. Where it kills living things, by the way, just in case the ugliness of it in the bay alone doesn't trip your 'this ain't right!' trigger.
Hey you irresponsible land rippers who moved to Culebra because 'it's so beautiful' - and those of you who are from here selling out to the pocketbook with no care as to what happens to YOUR island next - how about getting your acts together and clean up after yourselves so the creatures in the sea don't have to pay for your selfishness? If you can afford to buy the land and build on it, you can damn well afford to take care of it and not pollute...[keyboard starts smoking]
Um, ok, that's enough of the downside.
There has been enough of a lull between deluges, both gentle and those imitating conga night at Dinghy Dock on the roof (which I like a lot, by the way), for Mr. Sol to do a bit of work. Slogging between buildings to find yet another 'where did I pack that' item, the strange vibration and buzzing of bees entered my ears and being.
There, over my head, were many, many, many bees hard at work on this newly bloomed palm tree. It was high enough (or I'm just short enough) that I could stand pretty close to directly below them and click away. It was glorious!
Go, honey makers! Go, pollinators! While the two leggeds work on destroying and saving this planet, you go about your business. We are your cheerleaders who don't spray our plants with poisons, thereby poisoning you darlings. Buzz on, to carry our planet through another day.
Have a mudpie making Monday. Do something minding your manners.