Welcome to the last Blooming Friday of this month. I got these images from my recent journey. Since all the plants are still in bloom, I'm posting these photos.Only the last two images are fom my garden.
To see what's blooming around the world today, please visit our gracious host Katarina at Roses and Stuff.
Since Guwahati lies in a river valley the moment you leave the city behind, you cross green or golden (depending on the season) rice-fields. And on the edge, there are swarms of dragonflies and damselflies. These pretty blooms belong to the Arrowleaf Pondweed. These aquatic plants simply thrive in low-lying areas.
The green of the rice-fields looks so refreshing.
At my parents' the pretty flowers of the Cypress Vine has started to bloom. The fern-like leaves have such a delicate look. These re-seed easily and once you plant them, they remain!
A hibiscus has a visitor.
The lavender bloom of the Peacock Ginger.
A bitter vegetable. I don't know what it's called in English. The leaves, the flowers resemble the eggplant's. The tiny round fruit turns yellowish orange when ripe. Only the fruit is consumed.
Not blooms but I thought these berries of a common weed growing in the backyard look lovely.
On the roadside, more wild blooms. These are the red flowers of Leucas aspera. The white variety is more common, and edible. I'm not sure about the red ones, though.
My four o'clocks are blooming again after a lull. There are white ones and yellow ones too. But I didn't get their photos because they take longer to 'wake up' and they go off to sleep early! But for these dark pink (wide-eyed) ones it's party time, mostly!!!
A view of my potted four o'clocks on the terrace.
I hope you liked going through these photographs. I wish you all a wonderful weekend!
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