Talk about the pleasures of gardening! I've always loved plants,trees,flowers-the scented and the unscented.And those creepers ,climbers,those gorgeously twisty turning ones.It's a sight to behold .Don't you think?
Who doesn't love the nature at it's colorful glory!
much so serene.
crawling with mirth.
Delighting the eyes,
that costs no price.
So flaming red,
yet so delicately bred,
with sparkly waters,
surrendering to their fathers,
dribbling and splattering,
nourishing and satiating,
every fellow being.
Wrote that,when a lovely scene flashed before me ;a forest-look waterfalls with it's greens standing dominant at it's gaiety's best!
My mom and dad love gardening and I guess ,I've got into that groove now.Simply love the way plants ,flowers, trees are. They're so gorgeously majestic. Each and every plant/tree/flower is so gorgeous in it's own way.There again, steming it's way to "uniquness".
They say "Talk to plants and they grow faster!". The day I heard that,you have no clue how bonkers I went about "talking to plants".I used to talk,no wait,I used to whisper.For fear that onlookers would think I've lost it.I would whisper sweet things to plants like "You're beautiful,grow fast" or "You're the cutest of this crowd.Grow,grow,grow!".I used to do this like, seven years back. Now,I'm laughing over all that.
But secretly ,deep down ,from the bottom of my heart,I do whisper to plants,even TODAY,lovingly asking them to grow. I guess the plants can sense the love by the way you pour water over it or nuturing it,manuring it and protecting it from pests!
"The way you pour water over it" meaning ,you just don't throw water over it like you were flinging a bag of garbage in the bin.Instead ,gently let the water's love and the pourer's love deeply penetrate into its roots and stem till the tip of the leaf!
Just let the water flow gently.Take care of it like a baby.You don't even have to talk! Just let the warmth in you spread to your saplings too.They'll enjoy growing and sustain everything just to please their master.They don't have mouths to cry but they rot away to agony and wither away if you don't care enough.They don't squeak for help when they're dying.They don't throw tantrums like us when they can't grow the way they want.They just grow the way they are destined to be born through that one blessed seed creating a niche for themselves,individually;creating a world where they belong and carrying on their leafy lives to eternally evergreen livelihood till death places its hand over it!
I wrote this just to thank the Universe for giving me such lovely flowers.I have been dedicatedly watering my plants from the past two weeks. And in three days, bloomed a splendid rose,then another,and then four more. All in peachish pinkish red.Oh,how I love them! And my hibiscus has grown to its matured beauty dancing in the breeze like a balerina on fire. And those cute baby tomatoes. My! You get the picture.There are many samplings we've planted,Er,Yet to learn their names! I'm waiting to expand my garden.Our garden.A lot of my mom's efforts run into it.Efforts and love.Gifts of love indeed!