Many bloggers are now writing about the change of season and posting pictures of Fall decorations. It's fascinating to see the photos of leaves changing colour and read about frost that'll soon follow. Here we do not have any pronounced difference in the landscape except that it's soon going to look dry. The rain is now an infrequent damper and the heat, in the evenings has come down somewhat. With the festive season round the corner we know the heat is about to say it's final, reluctant goodbye. And that calls for a celebration. Hence, the candle--lit up in antici- pation of cooler days, rather than joyous festive days! Blooms that signify the end of summer in eastern India is the "Seacharun spotaneum" . Locally known as "kohua" it blooms in September. These are blooming not far from my house, in a plot of land where construction is yet to begin. A massive gate, all locked up, faced me, but I took the liberty to click away. The night's drizzle has given the blooms a bedraggled look. Otherwise they look like white fluffs in the landscape.
Most newspapers in the region make it a point to publish these pictures. And every year the pictures stir up certain emotions-- This was published in "The Assam Tribune" one of Assam's oldest newspapers. Change is always welcome. It's the season, not of mists here but mellow fruitfulness? Yes! And the candles are lit again, this time in welcoming the start of the festive season!
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