I made a quick trip to my hometown to visit my parents and my mother-in-law. It was short but hectic and I bumped into many familiar faces. Connecting again with relatives and people from my past made the trip all the more worth-while. And somehow the thought about giving time to near and dear ones turned into a reality. It was on an impulse that I went, not long after I'd visited my sister in Dec/Jan.
My beautiful hometown called Haflong, was enveloped in a winter haze. Even the hills, those blue hills that I love so much, was not visible during my five-day-stay. But one scenic spot, the Haflong lake, was serene and resplendent in green.
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