All across the land this is the sight that greets us- mango trees heavy with blooms. It's a sight that lifts our spirits, reminding us that summer's just round the corner. And despite knowing that the heat will be relentless, the sight of these blooms and the thought of mangoes somehow makes us temporarily forget the other face of summer. When the mango trees bloom,the weather is dry and dusty. Many,especially young children, are susceptible to common cold. There are sudden winds too, and hints of rain. It turned a little cooler today, and in the afternoon, there was a drizzle so light I wondered whether I'd imagined it.
When the tiny fruits make an appearance, the first storms blow too. And rain, and hailstones. Small green mangoes fall to the ground and you wonder how much fruit would be left on the tree. But the tree does not disappoint.
These photos are from different areas of the city. On my tree, the blooms are sparse.
I thought I'd post these photos as well. On the plate are two onyx mangoes from Pakistan. The bowl with oranges and the candle-stand are made of mango wood and are from Thailand. We have an annual trade fair where neighbouring countries participate and without having had the opportunity to visit our neighbours, we have some of their famed products. A close-up of the blooms. Here's hoping that the wind and and the rain will not do much damage to these wonderful trees this year.
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