In full bloom in early April was this Night Blooming Jasmine. This photo was taken in the hospital grounds at Haflong. The fragrance was intoxicating and I suppose no garden should be without this lovely plant.
Cestrum nocturnum is also known as Raat ki Rani in our country. It means "Queen of the Night". And rightly so. For its fragrance is wonderful and the surrounding area is filled with it. The flowers are small and cream-coloured and are in clusters. The shrub produces three or four flushes of flowers in a year, lasting for about two weeks or so.
After the night's rain...amazing that without the fragrance, the blooms seem less spectacular.
In my mother's garden, the Tej Patta was in full bloom. The name I've used is in Hindi. The botanical name is Cinnamomum tamala/Cinnamomum tejpatta. The tree is medium-sized and the tough leaves are three-veined. The leaves are aromatic and used in a lot of Indian dishes. For us, a kitchen without tej-patta would be incomplete. It is often referred to as the Indian bay leaf.
The following is the information I got from Wikipedia.
Cinnamomum is a genus of evergreen trees and shrubs belonging to the Laurel family, Lauraceae. The species of cinnamomum have aromatic oils in their leaves and bark. The genus contains 300 species distributed in tropical and sub-tropical areas around the world. The etymology is derived from the Greek word "kinnamomon' meaning spice.
Although Tej patta is called the Indian bay leaf, it is different from the one used in Mediterranean/Western cooking. Tej patta has a flavour that reminds you of cinnamon. The leaves of the Bay Laurel/ Laurus nobilis, also extensively used in soups, stews, and other dishes, has a milder flavour.
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