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Sunday at Sugarapple A quiet Sunday with doves in the grass to rain on the bay—flamboyant trees, bitter melon, and barefoot walks threading the day together.

A quiet Sunday with doves in the grass to rain on the bay—flamboyant trees, bitter melon, and barefoot walks threading the day together.

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Sunday at Sugarapple Sunday started slow. The kind of quiet you only get when there’s nothing pushing at the edges of the day. I woke early and stepped out the back of our beach cottage. The air was still cool, the light pale and clean. The cottage sits amid a clearing of grass—part lawn, part scrub, a broader patch of dry grassland and lightly shaded trees. A few scattered palms reach just high enough to move with the morning breeze. The clearing is framed by a small house enclosed by a neat fence, a well-tended garden inside. Just east of it, a second house rests in contrast—unfenced, informal, almost blending into the open space between us. There’s no clear boundary between that dwelling, the grove of coconut palms, a few utility sheds, and the small boats propped in the grass nearby. Some of the boats sit under trees; others are tilted or partly covered with old tarps. The area feels practical, in motion—part homestead, part working yard. Further east still, Friendship Road curves into the shade of coastal vegetation. I would explore that another day. For now, I stood quietly in the back of the cottage and watched the birds. Doves. So many doves. Dozens. The back of the cottage was full of them. Some pecked at the sparse grass, others perched on the fence wires. I counted at least three kinds: Zenaida Dove (Zenaida aurita), Eared Dove (Zenaida auriculata), and Common Ground Dove (Columbina passerina). They moved with a calm order. The Zenaidas strutted and blinked. The ground doves flicked low between shadows, barely a flutter. A steady rhythm to their morning. Eared Dove (Zenaida auriculata) · Sunday 11 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 1250 · 1/80 sec XF150-600mmF5.6-8 R LM OIS WR · 600 mm · f/8.0 Near the edge of the property, I noticed bitter melon vines (Momordica charantia), their jagged leaves curling through a chain-link fence. Yellow blossoms caught the morning light. One unripe fruit dangled low, still small and green. I hadn’t seen one in years. The kind of plant that hides in memory until it appears again in real life, right where you least expect it. Zenaida Dove (Zenaida aurita) · Sunday 11 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 640 · 1/80 sec XF150-600mmF5.6-8 R LM OIS WR · 600 mm · f/8.0 I went back inside and waited for Bhavna to wake. A little while later, as we left the cottage for breakfast, the breeze had picked up. I noticed a tidy crown of Manila palms (Adonidia merrillii) as we crossed the Bequia Beach Hotel property—dozens of them planted in regular rows, swaying slightly. They lined walkways and landscaped corners, anchoring the space between buildings and footpaths. Just beyond, in a slightly sloped corner near the main hotel pool, I spotted a sweetsop tree (Annona squamosa). Its broad leaves drooped with the weight of fruit—green, scaled globes. Near it stood a large mango tree, still heavy with unripe fruit. And just a few steps away, a cashew tree, unmistakable with its smooth, elliptical leaves and thick stemmed nuts beginning to form below the cashew apples. We followed the garden paths through the hotel grounds, heading toward the exit that leads to Friendship Road. But we didn’t go out to the road. Instead, we turned up a side track between fenced lots, passed through an old gate, and started up the cement path that leads to Sugarapple Inn. It’s not a long walk, but it’s steep. First a short incline, then a flight of stairs that runs past the pool. The path winds upward through scattered shade. On the way up, I stopped at the sweetsop tree again—this one growing on the sloped lawn of the Sugarapple Inn. I recognised it from the scent and shape. Below it, the grass was damp. A few fallen mangoes, unripe and split, lay on the slope. I noticed a few early cashews as well, hanging low on their stems. Something about that scene—the way the fruit trees shared space, their branches intermingled—felt familiar and ordinary in the best way. Near the walkway beside the verandah, a Tahitian gooseberry tree (Phyllanthus acidus) stood in full fruit. In Bequia, we call them “damsel.” The pale green berries hung in tight clusters along bare twigs. I reached up, plucked a few, and popped them into my mouth—sharp, tart, mouth-puckering. “I used to love these as a kid,” I told Bhavna. Some people pickled them in salt. Others made jam. I liked them either way. Tahitian Gooseberry Tree (Phyllanthus acidus) · Sunday 11 May 2025 Apple iPhone 16 Pro · ISO 100 · 1/1400 sec iPhone 16 Pro back triple camera 6.765mm f/1.78 · 6.76 mm · f/1.8 We reached the top of the path, where the wide verandah of the inn opens toward Friendship Bay. There, against the sun-warmed wall of the building, a climbing fig (Ficus pumila) had begun to creep up the stone, its tight leaves forming a dense green mosaic. I traced its shape with my eyes, watching where it split at the upper edge of the wall, curling in two directions. We paused a moment, then sat down for breakfast. View from the verandah of the Sugarapple · Sunday 11 May 2025 Apple iPhone 11 · ISO 32 · 1/5500 sec iPhone 11 back dual wide camera 4.25mm f/1.8 · 4.25 mm · f/1.8 The verandah overlooks the Bequia Beach Hotel and the curve of the bay beyond it. The flamboyant tree (Delonix regia) that stands beside the verandah wasn’t in full bloom yet, but red-orange blossoms had begun to open. Its long, dry seed pods hung like ornaments. While we ate, a Gray Kingbird (Tyrannus dominicensis) landed on one of the higher branches. It scanned the air with its sharp, slightly smug posture, flicked its tail, and held still. Watching us. Then it darted off toward the distant beach. Coffee came in a French press, strong and dark. I added eggs to the basic breakfast offering for ten extra dollars, mostly out of habit. The plate came with slices of coconut flour loaf—dense, soft, and perfectly toasted. I toasted it myself. Bhavna and I sat quietly, easing into the day. View of the hills from the verandah of the Sugarapple · Sunday 11 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 160 · 1/600 sec XF150-600mmF5.6-8 R LM OIS WR · 316.2 mm · f/7.1 As I sipped my coffee, a Zenaida Dove landed in the flamboyant tree, no more than a metre from where I sat. It tilted its head once, fluffed its feathers, and held my gaze for a few seconds. Then it turned and dropped into the branches below. We got to talking with Brian, an expat who had returned to St. Vincent after decades in the States. He spoke slowly, evenly. Said he missed the way things moved slower here. That, and knowing when to stop chasing. He introduced us to Michael, who runs private speedboat trips out to Mustique and the other Grenadine islands. Michael had that calm, weathered look of someone shaped by the sea. He didn’t need to tell his stories—they were written in how he carried himself. After breakfast, we called Curtice Taxi for a ride into Port Elizabeth. It didn’t hit us until we arrived at Knights Grocery that it was Mother’s Day—and a Sunday. The staff was already locking up. We begged for five more minutes, and they agreed. We rushed through the small store, grabbing bread, peanut butter, bottled water, rice, and dried pigeon peas. Enough to get by for a few days. The shop reminded me of the bodegas we used to visit in Corona, Queens, back when I lived with Mom, Shane, and Bruce in East Elmhurst in the late ’80s. Same quiet bustle, same quick decisions, same feeling of making do with what’s available. A group of tourists arrived just as the doors closed. I tried to explain in shaky French—“c’est fermé”—and they nodded, disappointed but understanding. There was something communal about it, all of us outside the shuttered shop, bags in hand, waiting for taxis under the hot midday sun. The ride back was quiet. I had leftover pizza from Mac’s for lunch. Bhavna and I lay still under the fan for a while, drifting in and out of sleep. It was that deep, loose kind of rest that only happens when you’ve already accepted the shape of the day. By mid-afternoon, the tide was out and the air had cooled slightly. We set out along the beach looking for a place called The Sand Bar. We went the wrong way at first—southwest, toward the rocky end of the bay, where reef stones break the shoreline. No bar. Just wind, shallow water, and a few birds picking through the shallows. Magnificent Frigatebird (Fregata magnificens) · Sunday 11 May 2025 FujiFilm X-T3 · ISO 160 · 1/950 sec XF150-600mmF5.6-8 R LM OIS WR · 179.1 mm · f/5.6 Above us, two magnificent frigatebirds circled high on rising thermals. Their long, angled wings caught the light as they soared—sharp silhouettes against the soft blue sky. I managed to catch a clean shot with my Fuji X-T3 as one passed low above the beach. We turned back, passed our cottage, and continued walking past the small boats pulled up on the shore. A simple wooden sign finally pointed us toward The Sand Bar. A few men were working on a boat nearby. “Just there,” one said, nodding around the bend. On the way, just as we reached the last boat, I saw a dove sitting alone on a fence—an African Collared-Dove (Streptopelia roseogrisea). Pale grey-pink body, thin black collar. Not a native. Likely an escapee. But it looked content enough, blinking slowly, tail feathers twitching in the breeze. We arrived at The Sand Bar. It was smaller than I expected. Tucked just above the beach, with a low roof, rafters, ceiling fans spinning lazily. Part of the Bequia Beach Hotel, it serves the nearby condos—some still under construction. We took the swinging chairs—wide wooden seats, thick ropes—and faced the water. Bhavna ordered a rum punch. I got a Friendship Fizz—cold, citrusy, with just enough bitterness to feel grown-up. We sat for a while, quiet, watching the water change colours as the light shifted. Then the rain came. No warning. No drizzle. Just a sudden, full downpour—fat drops slapping the sand, soaking the deck. We finished our drinks and walked back through it, laughing a little, shoes in hand. It was warm rain. We didn’t rush. By the time we reached the cottage, the storm had already passed. The sky was clearing again—soft blue pushing through the thinning grey. We changed out of our wet clothes and went for a swim. The sea had calmed. The beach was empty. The light was gold and low. Floating there, in water that barely moved, felt like rinsing off the day. Back at the cottage, we made rice and peas with the dried pigeon peas we’d picked up earlier. The kitchen was small, but it worked. We ate on the verandah with plates in our laps. Barefoot. Still damp. The last light dipped behind the hills and took the day with it. 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