It's a bright sunny November morning as I head towards Dreamflower nursery on the outskirts of Guwahati. The planting season has started and everyone's either digging, weeding, sowing or making a beeline for nurseries. I'd been here before. Not only is the collection good but it is situated on a slope. Because of the terrain the area has been divided into sections. The biggest attraction at the moment are the seasonal flowers. There were hundreds of pots and plastic bags of marigold, petunia, dianthus, chrysanthemums, phlox, nasturtium, dahlia, hollyhock, salvia, cockscomb, roses, gladioli bulbs.... The hill on the opposite side of the road. The dry and dusty look of winter has'nt arrived but it'll be here soon. Marigolds and crotons galore! There were dozens of butterflies flitting about but most of them were attracted to the Mexican Heather. Mussanda still blooms... The Powder Puff or Fairy Duster blooming in profusion. I loved every moment of my visit to this place. And of course I came back with a good haul-- many of which will be the subjects of my future posts!
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