Yesterday's post was about my visit to Daffodil nursery. On the way back we stopped at an eatery located next to a paddy field. If it's the north-east of India, bamboo rules. The shape of this roof caught my eye. What bliss! From our table, this was the view! Fields of rice and the hills in the back-ground. There were flocks of small birds merrily pecking at all that grain. They really need a scarecrow around here! Drop dead gorgeous marigold to usher in diners! While waiting for the food to arrive I went around the vicinity. This bee was hovering on a bare frangipani stump. Look at the touch of blue!
A little stream gurgled along the periphery of the eatery. On the bank, wild flowers bloomed. A swallowtail feeds on wild lantana. The outskirts of the city. The day was hazy and clear in turns. And as the sun played hide and seek and the clouds were all set for a spectacular afternoon show...I was glad we'd made this trip!!
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