The Rangoon Creeper---I think mine is a late bloomer this year, I noticed the blooms about a week ago. I love how the flowers droop so daintily. This plant is native to south-east Asia and west tropical Africa. Its botanical name is 'Quisqualis indica' and was named so by a Dutch botanist called Rumphius. The fruit and leaves are known to have medicinal properties but I haven't googled that as yet! Got this begonia from a nursery closest to my house. The driftwood and rocks were picked up on my last trip to the river called Jia-Bharali...a haven for nature lovers! This fast growing climber is the trumpet flower. I noticed the first blooms in June but they're slowing down now. There's a narrow road next to the wall and an empty marshy plot of land. This golden trumpet is not mine but from the neighbour's side it crosses over my wall. I love it! Just look at that yellow! Dappled sunlight in the afternoon--another view of my trumpet creeper. The aerial roots attach to surfaces and the flowers bloom in clusters! I've posted pictures of these white blooms before. They appeared on their own looking really wild with long leathery leaves. But I think the blooms are pretty and every time I go near them, there's always a small bee popping out of the blooms. Not bad at all! This plant grows and blooms prolifically. It's a common sight in Guwahati gardens. The leaves resemble the lantana to some extent. I don't know what it's called. It doesn't need much care and blooms throughout summer, well into late October. Then the leaves die out during winter. And when the first rains come, may be as early as March, the leaves sprout and the cycle starts again...
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