On Friday, we took a weekend break to the neighbouring state of Meghalaya. In Hindi, the name translates to "Abode Of The Clouds" and as the name suggests, it's where the elements are milder and kinder. No wonder, Shillong, the capital city has many visitors from Guwahati. After all it's just a three-hour drive but the difference in temperature is a world apart.
It was 10* cooler than Guwahati and in the evening there was a wintery feel with a nip in the air. Sheer, sheer bliss!
We drove past sleepy hamlets and small towns and the capital, Shillong, to take the road to some of the most breath-taking sights in the state. The road to the village of Pynorsula had these ferns covering entire hillsides. And the wildflowers were a sight to behold! I went berserk with the camera as I came across bloom after bloom, each one more beautiful than the other.
I saw four varieties of begonia growing here. This is the tiniest variety.
Day 2. We crossed the village of Smit to come to this point. The views were spectacular! Because of the terrain this ropeway is used to transport goods to the villages in the valley below. In the picture, bags of cement are being sent across.
A friendly dog from a nearby village poses for a picture.
A meadow with many wildflowers.
Potatoes and cabbages are the crops widely cultivated in this season.
In the distance, you can see sheep grazing. Agriculture and animal husbandry are the chief contributors to the local economy. I'll be posting more photos later. We came back to a cooler city after two days. It had rained while we were away so it didn't feel that bad. I can now safely say that the relentless heat of summer has finally left us....
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