Peas sprouting from the seed in my flower-pot – life in Delhi
I’m like a seed that I’ve planted
So young and so strong
Needing to be watered
So I’ll grow strong and tall
Friendship is my water
My sun, the warmth of love
I’ll grow and grow and grow and grow
So let us sing!
Oh! let us sing
Let us sing and laugh and dance and shout for joy!
Remembering a stanza of an old hymn from school days back in Imphal: those days of green skirts and green ribbons fidgeting in the summer sun for assemblies only to be reminded by the Sisters of the convent that it was not as hot as in Delhi or Madras and the hushed retorts amongst the girls that she was speaking from the shaded corridor!
Those were the days – Little Flower School, Imphal!
Blue pimpernal: the little blue beauties
My walks at the nearby park continues. I chanced upon these sleeping beauties (below). A flower after my own heart for the simple reason that it is a late riser like myself! At eight – eight thirty in the morning when most people are up and about, they were still sleeping so I had to come back again for them at a later time – i went around eleven to give them enough time and i found them in full glory like bright little blue stars in the green bed of its foliage. oh yes! I would definitely love to have them when I have my own garden.
sleeping beauty: blue pimpernal yet to open