While taking a picture of the day lilies, I saw this pretty blossom under the hi- biscus shrub. As a child, I remember my mother telling me that these plants grow in moist soil. And we had these only in one part of the garden but here they seem to spring up everywhere. One can imagine what quality of soil my plot has. In my region, the north-eastern part of India, this herb grows wild. The smell is pungent but when steamed, the smell gets milder. In my mother tongue it is called "rats' ears". Although it is a common plant, there's some- thing special about coming across the first blossom of the year. It looked as if it was trying to get a better view of blue infinity and saying, 'Isn't life beautiful?'
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau