A colorful flower stall...
Near Thiruporur bus stand on the outskirts of Chennai.
The neighbor's garden opposite to
us is not flourishing as before, and the neighbor hasn't spent much time
gardening, but how can we anticipate a son, who lost his father less than 2
months ago, to do active gardening? But the weather wasn't that kind enough for
plants to flourish or flowers to bloom.
The flowering pot plants have
changed positions where I couldn't take photos of the few bloomed hibiscus
despite the interrupt in wires and grown branches of trees. I see the red and
yellow hibiscus bloomed more among the fewer blossoms of hibiscus, and all are
replaced as facing the neighbor's house, perhaps because watching flowers can
give some solace to the hearts and forget someone who lived for 94 years is not
easy.
I didn't take any photos of the
neighbor's garden in the last two months, or I need to check the camera to see
if I have missed downloading any photos into the laptop; anyhow, I like to
share some photos of the hibiscus I shot in March. So here it goes…
Btw. The lockdown and the situation with covid keep promising as cases of covid continue to reduce across the country, as well as in our state; the lockdown may last few more weeks with slight relaxation, but perhaps a week later.
Coming Tuesday, we are going for
the state assemble election; the propaganda by the political leaders and
candidates are rocking the state at every nook and corner, as the last date for
the propaganda being tomorrow. The two main political parties are scorning each
other rather than announcing the core activities they supposed to do.
Like how the temperature rises, covid 19 cases in the state and country is rising to an extreme level; the election field has become a hub for spreading the virus. We expected severe restrictions to implement on post-polling, but I don't anticipate a lockdown again, instead, there would be some enforcement to bring down the virus.
Oleanders along the driveway of the neighbor |
Coming to the post, I share some
of the photos of hibiscus and other flowers I shot from the neighbor’s house
opposite us. I hope you remember the post I did here on the neighbor's rebuilt
garden, and his hibiscus continues to bloom daily from his neatly arranged pots
close to the gate. I take photos of the flowers whenever I see them clearly for
a shot, but lately, the neighbor's father (age 94) wasn't well, so was his
hibiscus, as he couldn't take care of the garden like before.
Hope you like the photos.
Red Hibiscus |
Yellow Hibiscus |
White Hibiscus |
Orange Hibiscus |
Some cute roses |
It was a refreshing sight of yellow; though it wasn't a large landscape of yellow, I never got to see a marigold field of this much. And it was a great divertissement from the regular and boring sights of the highways and there's also a patch of mixed colors of an orange and yellow and yet un-bloomed bed of dark orange or red marigold.
It seems it was the dam water that made flourish the marigold. Though the marigold bloomed on both sides of the road, the view towards the backwater (2nd pic above) is scenic, and the blue sky and the sunny day made it glowing. Aside from that, a kind of white wildflowers bloomed in the barren lands, but still, I doubt whether they are wildflowers or a kind of cultivated flowers.
Field of white wildflower |
The field of flowers stretched only for a few km on the east bank of the reservoir, and it seems only the land around the dam is fertile, unlike its dry northern part where we drove along before drawing away to Puducherry. This reminds me of the rose fields I saw around Nagalapuram, at the border of Andhra and Tamil Nadu, had Pichatur Dam as its source.
The bed of red marigold ready to bloom |
The view of the house shot from the 3rd floor of our house (by my mom) and the garden view was blocked by the Indian tulip tree before the flood and rain. |
Due to the rise
of the road, the house and the garden went down, though they raised the
driveway, long back, the garden remained to the low level.
The house
belongs to a 94-year-old retired wing commander, and he maintained the garden
until he was active, and later his son took over the onus. I see he inherited
the interest in gardening from his father, and he even overtakes his father in
bringing a lot of flowering plants to the garden. The Nivar cyclone that hit us
on Nov 26th (the same day of my brother’s wedding) had flooded their house and
garden, and the extended rain had further worsened the situation.
I think it's the passion that kept him in the recovery mode of the garden, and man, no one would have spent like him in bringing back the garden when the situation for priorities are different. He had dumped many truckloads of rubble and fertile soil to uplift the garden and the works were going on for weeks before he got back his beautiful garden.
I watched the entire progress of the work from the balcony and also the hall, as our door and the window opens up overlooking the garden; I entertained by the elegant work of the
gardeners from the nursery in the next compound. I saw the fall and rise of the
garden, and I'm glad he decided to give life to the garden instead of giving
up.
கண்கள் வழியே காதல் மலருதே
கொடியேன நாளங்களில் புது ரத்தம்
படருதே
உற்சாகத்தில் இதயம், வேகம் எடுக்குதே
வெயிலோ மழையோ, à®®ெய்மறந்து போகுதே.
அவள் அல்லி மலரோ அல்ல, அழகில்
குà®±ிஞ்சி மலரோ அல்ல, வியந்திட
à®®ுல்லை மலரோ அல்ல, மணத்திட
மனம் ஒன்à®±ிய பிறகு எம்மலருà®®் சம்மதமே .
அவள் à®…à®°ுகே இருந்துà®®் à®®ௌனம் பேசியதே!
வளையோசை மட்டுà®®் தனியே ஒலித்தது
இமைகள் à®®ூட மறந்து உற்à®±ு நோக்குதே
கருவிà®´ியின் கொள்ளை அழகில்
- விà®´ிகள் விலக மறுத்து
சிà®±ு பிள்ளை போல் பிடிவாதம் பிடிக்கிது.
à®®ேகம் திரண்டு மழையென பொà®´ிந்தாலுà®®்
இமைக்கா நொடியில் பரவசம் ஆகுதே.
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Love
blooms through the eyes
Like
the vines, new blood spread in the veins
In excitement, heart take the speed
Either it's sunshine or rain, mesmerized.
She isn’t a lily in beauty
Or Kurunji to be surprised
Nor Jasmine to be fragrant
When the mind is united, any blossom
is consent.
Although she was nearby, silence
spoke!
The whisper of bangles sounded
alone
The eyelids forget to close and stare
At the robbing beauty of the iris
The eyes refuse to roll
Stubborn like a small child.
Even if the clouds gather and
rain
The unblinking seconds be ecstatic.
Behind the fence, blooms
a beauty in yellow, quite
under the lime tree.
Linking this post for Good Fences by Gosia and Floral Friday Foto