At 8 in the morning, soon after it was placed in this container. At 9.30 in the evening---in full bloom! This morning at 7. At 9.30 in the morning.
My lotus plant, complete with two pink buds about to burst into song, arrived yesterday. It came in a thick polythene bag, traversing the great, wide plains of Assam, across flooded fields of rice, rivers in spate, and a sea of humanity! For that is what you travel through in summer, in India. It must've crossed fields of its own kin, maybe, cascades of pink and white, in ponds flushed with the night's rain and the constant drizzle of the days before. But still, vying for space to breathe. And bloom! But inside the bag, in a place so foreign for an aquatic plant, it showed signs of fatigue. One long wilted stalk, and the other less so, still drooped after being freed of polythene bondage. I placed the plants in a karhai, a utensil as ubi- quitous as rice in Indian kitchens. Soil and slush does the needful for water plants. The leaves, browned by the heat, should look better in a week's time. The karhai sits on partial shade, under the palms heavy with green and yellow fruit. Where birds, bees, butterflies an even an occasional marsh mongoose love to haunt! And as for me, I have a spring in my step and a song in my heart. I'm the proudest owner of a lotus plant!!
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