The scent of damp earth greets me as I enter Palmgrove. It has just rained, one of the unexpected summer showers which are light and refreshing. The coconut and palm fronds are swaying in the gentle breeze, casting a patterned shadow on the ground. The sky is still slightly overcast as charcoal gray clouds seem to be whispering soothing tunes into my ears.Tucked away from the hustle-bustle of the city in the gentle and warm shade of the grove, Good Earth Palmgrove lies along the slopes of the winding roads that lead to coconut plantations, green nurseries and paddy fields. Where the white egrets soar across the blue tinged sky, while occasionally settling on the water buffaloes that forever lie submerged in the muddy waters.