When the time to leave is approaching, I start to wonder how I will remember things here on Lamma from a distance. I will remember the summer fields of Lamma, dotted with beautiful white ginger flowers. The breeze brings their sweet fragrance to one's walk in a late afternoon. If one gets to the market early in the morning, there's a good chance to buy a few branches full of flower buds from an old woman who just cut them off from the field. And when night falls, one returns home to find a graceful blossom that has filled the home with a delicate and delightful sweet smell.