The morning started on a joyful note with this beauty on the Ixora. I think it's the Common Tiger butterfly and not to make confusion more confounded, I refuse to go back to Google school. At least not for now!
Another lovely surprise! I'd bought a tiny azalea in April at the Shillong Flower Show knowing fully well that our climate isn't azalea-friendly. Ther's a budding bloom here in a pink so soft that it almost looks white. I just hope that it gets acclimatised and in the years to follow, will bloom...and bloom!
I'd gone to pick up a few things from a shop and was delighted to see it all decorated for Christmas! The whole atmosphere was cheerful and the store was dotted with trees. I couldn't resist taking pictures of all that pretty display.
Stopping at a popular eatery, JB's, I took a shot of this tiny garden outside. These are the commonly grown plants in traffic islands also.
Another butterfly in the afternoon. Whitish grey and happily resting on a bamboo leaf.
Would the day be complete without a sunset shot? This was how the western horizon looked at 4.16
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