The flower of the Turmeric plant/Curcuma longa. This was a stray plant in the front yard growing next to a rosebush and amaryllis. There are still a lot of photos of blooms and garden wildlife from my recent trip to Haflong. As for my own garden, all activity has come to a stop for the time being.
We're extending the house--the front portion--so you can imagine the how messy the whole area is. Not very many blooms at the moment but I'm glad to be able to show you these from my parents' garden.
There are turmeric clumps in several areas of the garden but no blooms. A must in our cuisine, we always had home-grown turmeric. We grew up with the idea that the packed ones were definitely adulterated!
A kind of curcuma whose exact name I do not know. The blooms attract a lot of bees. The fruit resembles the banana flower, a miniature replica of the banana flower, I should say.
Here's what the clump looks like. The tender stems are edible too.
The white bloom of the Chameleon plant on the herb patch.
The yellow blooms of the Bitter gourd. Despite the bitter taste it's a popular vegetable.
Guess who was keeping an eye on me as I went about taking pictures?!
These pretty, delicate-looking blooms, belong to the plant pictured below. The tender leaves are generally steamed. In alternative medicine, for people with high blood pressure, these leaves are recommended.
I noticed a spectacular swallowtail in black and flashes of blue on its wings regularly feeding on these blooms. I've brought a small plant along with me. I hope I can attract the same butterfly when the blooms appear!
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