These frangipani blooms fell from my neighbour's tree to my side of the yard. I picked them up and placed them as an offering to this shrub. I hope she's happy and will flourish in the years to come. The rain is a big threat this year. The compound remains inundated after heavy rain. Tell-tale signs of the flooding is partly visible in this photo. The blossoms were at the height of their glory in mid- June. The heady fragrance would waft over to our side according to the direction of the breeze. I really don't have the space to plant this tree but now I think I won't need to. God bless my neighbour!
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