A post from my garden

As the rays of the morning sun move into my garden these dainty little blue flowers shine like gems, sparkling on my fence. When they open there seems to be more blue than green. The flowers close by dusk as the sun fades.

This Morning Glory (ipomoea) is a vigorous, fast-growing creeper, winds itself around and holds on to anything! I smuggled a little sapling in a shoe-box from Chennai. I am known to take cuttings and little saplings from far and near places, mostly from friends’ gardens, to try and grow them myself and have been successful many-a-time.

Nurturing a little sapling into a full-grown, thriving plant like this gives real pleasure, makes me happy.

The other side of Happiness

Glass bangles really fascinated me. During the seventies wearing glass bangles was a rage. I possessed quite a few reds, greens, blues, yellows, including some with gold and silver patterns, and had most of the colours to match my dresses. Each colour may have signified a certain energy but I loved the little tinkling sound they made especially when worn on both hands.

Unfortunately the fragile beauty of these pretty bangles was not long-lasting.

The broken pieces of glass when collected and put into a kaleidoscope can create magical patterns. The anguish of the broken bits is turned to delight. One is awestruck with the beautiful dazzle that never ceases as one slowly turns the little tube holder. As kids we all enjoyed this invention which brought smiles to our faces.

Similarly, being able to pick up broken pieces of our life situations helps build something new and stronger.



These patterns which I created doodling just reminded me of the kaleidoscope.