In my heart and in my soul "Ah...Winter..." is the song that's played over and over again. Our maximum and minimum temps, as of today, are 29* and 13*C. Bliss!!
I caught one of my garden lizards basking in the morning sun and as I took several shots it only moved a wee bit. Now who wants to move away from the warmth of a November sun? Especially when the night has been cold by tropical standards?!
The outermost skin of gladiolus corms...The colours were so pretty I couldn't resist taking this photograph. I'd taken them out to plant them on a tray of sandy soil. Now the first leaves have sprouted.
Winter is also the time one can look forward to horticultural shows. These photos are from February. The shows go on till March. The fruit and vegetable displays are worth a visit. And to see so many varieties in one place is an opportunity that one can't miss. On other occasions, one has to go nursery-hopping to see that many different kinds of plants. Apart from all the seasonal flowers, there are dry decorations on sale too. And an amazing display of orchids. I hope I'll be able to share many more photos later.
Everyone seems to be celebrating the welcome change in the weather. Picnics, trips to eco-camps and wildlife sanctuaries--it's the best time for these activities. As December approaches, many will spend time around a bonfire. And sitting around a fire surrounded by family or friends, I feel how important it is to keep relationships alive. Just like stoking that fire without which it'd simply die.
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