A Journey To My Garden

I was inspired to write this post after reading Andrea’s thoughts at Harvesting Hecate on celebrating the harvesting season. This is my post in celebration.

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It’s almost October. I sit and try to look at the past. At first, I don’t see anything of relevance, but then I stare harder and see good memories taking shape in the invisible before me.

A year has moved in this house, but I miss the old place. I miss the vicinity which had multiple parks in it. The parks always invited me with their cheerful flowers. I had adored their companionship and their beautiful space.

The new home is good, however, concrete blocks surrounds the place. I like whites but I miss the greens of the nature.

“Charity begins from home,” they say. So I thought, why cry about something that I can’t do anything about; why not focus on something that I can do, instead. And so, a thought of a terrace garden germinated in my mind. But there was only one problem — I’m no gardner, I told myself. Having zero knowledge about gardening, I dropped the idea and didn’t even bring a single plant home.

In March of this year, my mom visited us. She surprised me with a pot of fully grown aloe vera plant. I was both happy and angry. Angry, because she had travelled a long way and all I wanted from her was to travel light. Happy, as my subconscious mind had intelligently played and surprised me with this gift. So, I accepted it with great happiness.

Every action has a reaction. I had completely failed to see the consequence that I had invited by adopting that one plant.

Misery loves company,” they say but I’m sure that my one plant was seeking for more green beings for itself.

It all starts from one tiny step, and so it started from one small plant. I went to the nursery and got some sturdy plants. Since it was March – April and we were proceeding towards hot Indian summers I needed some strong plants for my so-called garden.

I bought a reddish orange hibiscus and some green croton. I was happy. They were growing nicely.

my croton plant

When you have taken one successful step you need to stand firm and not run, but I did just that. My enthusiasm had captivated me and I bought two — one red and one white rose plants. It was a good purchase as they were in full bloom.

Disaster struck! And it didn’t happen gradually. One day I woke up to a horrifying scene. If plants could suffer from yellow fever then they were already in its tight grip. In two days, yellows too, had disappeared and given themselves to a bare brownish bush.

I’m not a gardner, but I wanted to save my new buddies. My desperate attempts made me seek help from the wise master Google. I also visited the temples of Youtube multiple times. I was losing time. Then a decision was made.

With nervous breath and a racing heart, I took a pair of scissors and did some light pruning on my friends. Just like a quack doctor I had complete faith in the survival of my patients but couldn’t guarantee the success of this surgery. Nevertheless, I was proud of myself. I had an exhilarated feeling, as if, I had extended myself to help a human being come back to life. I wanted to share this proud moment with my mom and so I called her. To my horror she revealed that I had committed a crime by pruning the roses in the months of April — the peak summer time. You see, it wasn’t a complete revelation to me because I knew that already, but I just wanted some consolation that I had taken the right step. Anyways, after the call had ended a thought stuck to my mind that whatever I had done was for the good of my plants, and I was surrounded by an illusionary belief that my plants would come back to life.

Days passed. Months passed.

My heart started sinking. “What had I done,” I thought. But the hope was still dwelling in my heart — I had not given up, yet.

Every morning at 6, I got up to water the plants. My eyes longingly scanned them for a different reality in them. Nothing happened.

My hope was now cracked.

And then, a change took place. The branches had taken a pale green colour. YES! Yes! I shouted with joy in my heart. But this time I didn’t want to share the news with anyone.

Some creepy idea crept into my mind and I started talking to them. Holding their feeble branches with my fingertips, I could recreate any scene from any movie where the doctor had advised to talk to a patient in coma for their (quick) recovery. I talked to them. I prayed to God.

Then, it was magic — when I saw, two- three green leaves had opened themselves to this world. My heart was filled with the warmth of an early morning sun and my eyes had become watery.

I Thanked God! A miracle had happened.

This time I was ready to call… my mom. It was joy. It was a victory for me. It was that moment to say… see, I was right and you, wrong, but I saved my breath from all that and when she said, “Hello!”

I said, “Mom my plants are alive. The rose plants have come back to life.”

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Months have passed since then. I look at my small garden of a countable number of pots. As one plant blooms and fades away another plant pops out its blossoms as if they are passing the baton to each other.

Looking at what I’ve achieved I’ve now become a bit daring. I’ve now started planting some herbs and veggies.

My first chilly plant, though, died suddenly like a plant heart attack of some kind. One day it was glowing green in health and the other day it had turned stiffly brown. Creepy! There was nothing to worry as I had saved some chilles from the plant. I sprinkled all the seeds. And then, it was magic, again. The chilly plant has reincarnated itself from the depth of the soil.

Baby chilly plant, veiled for protection against birds and (specially) pigeons

Now when I look at my garden, I surely feel that I’m no longer a beginner. I’ve connected well with my plants and that is all that matters.

Enjoy some pics on the way out of my garden. Thanks for visiting!

 

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By the window

I do, believe in miracles. However, I don’t believe that one could fly with wings, but one could definitely fly. We are at least able to get the essence of flight in the form of hand gliding, paragliding, skydiving…sitting on a plane…or even a hot air balloon.

Believe – could stretch as far as our imagination, the catch here only is, that you’ll have to believe, the believe, is believable. And things might turn out in accordance to our belief or even better than that.

For a brief moment I fell in love once again.

There was nothing to be done. I was wondering what to do and so I stood by the window. As I gazed out of the window, I saw something beautiful.

I saw the cloud with a silver line. In fact, for the very first time I noticed that it wasn’t silver but a golden line had outlined a patch of cloud. I stood in the moment enjoying it.

I enjoyed as the sun – a mellow ball – kept bobbling up and down the clouds. I enjoyed the show as the sun came up the cloud and shone like a magic crystal ball and after a fraction of seconds was taken under the grey cloak of the cloud. The up and down…covering and uncovering went on for a while entertaining me with its beautiful magical formation.

I fell in love with the beauty that was at public display.

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Watching the sun rise or set is no less than a miracle. Everytime as my watchful eyes have been a witness to the live youtube nature channel it has never failed me off its creativity.  It’s the best show that one could watch…for free, of course. So if you get the time, do subscribe, to the nature channel and enjoy the short movie.

As I was enjoying all this, I could feel all my worries melting away along with it. I was wishing and hoping… “aww! Please don’t go yet, please stay for a while…”

My thoughts were disturbed as the door bell rang and I went to attend it. It was someone.

I had hardly lost one or two minutes and so I rushed…but it was over. The pink clouds were now dark and the ball of fire was shushed to silence. The landscape had turned cold and the sun was going off to sleep.

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Being spared

It was a hot dry day. I was in a car and stopped at this wonderful sight of yellow flowers that had lighted this small stretch of road.

I didn’t mind the heat as I stepped out of my car. I was quickly dissolved at the brightness of these flowers. As I saw the children of nature playing with the gentle breeze I smiled, and I think, they too, smiled at me. I took out my mobile camera and walked to get the angles right. I realized that before capturing it in my mobile I should capture it in my memory first. So, I walked for a few minutes or so.

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It was a miracle. Why so…because, it seemed they knew of my coming….All the flowers were fresh and there were only a few petals scattered on the ground. I took a deep breath and filled myself with the essence of its freshness. I enjoyed the sunlight as it played hide and seek in between the spaces created by the yellows and greens. I peeped out of those spaces and the palette of the artist looked fun and playful with azure blue, lemon yellow and forest green scattered in a limited place.

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I was lucky to have spared some time because I knew that the next time when ( or if) I’ll visit this place, it would be different as the nature is a submitting canvas in the hands of the creator who changes and colours the landscape with different hues every single minute.

But in reality, it was this moment that had lured me to witness and be a part of this miracle, and had spared me to be in that moment to marvel this beautiful sight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Have an idea or should I wait for some

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What are you doing? Shhh! I’m busy, very busy right now. But I don’t see you doing anything. Don’t you see I’m ideating? No, I don’t see. All I see is you sitting. Yeah! I’m sitting to get ideas but you are disturbing me. “Ok, do you want me to go,” asked my friend, yes, please?

I don’t know there are times when I call for it and there is no sign of it. There are other times when I am busy and it stalks me in my wakeful and sleepy state both.

Yes, I’m talking about the ideas, creativity, imagination, inspiration…you can call it whatever name pleases you.

Is it so difficult to create ideas or is it difficult to create inspiring ideas? I guess when the idea is in your mind you don’t know the true nature of it and it is not that important then. “An idea has come to my mind,” this is what we say or I say. This idea can be related to my household chores or sometimes it could be churning out my creativity at work and the other times it could simply be about what I plan to write and how I write it.

We don’t make any preparations to receive it; it just comes and we just register it at the time being. Of course, what we intend to do with it, is something that we can decide for later. We could abandon it, work on it or simply share it with someone; it is totally your choice.

In this whole creativity process, I believe that it is not the idea that takes much of your effort, but it is that priceless seed of an idea that you need to wait for. This idea if I may say, “works like a miracle”.

You are not certain if it will come, when will it come, where will it come or how will it come. That’s why to me it is no less than a miracle.

There are times when my idea bank is zero (this happens when I’ve had a bad day at work or my boss has eaten my head instead of his lunch). Oh, there is one other time when it goes blank, when I miss my electricity due dates (I don’t mind others, but this is important).

Then there are times when I try to fish for the best idea from my mind pond, but I’m not sure which one to concentrate at. Sometimes when they come, they come at an electrifying speed; if I focus on one the others run away. I guess they sense me as a predator. Therefore, I choose to run after one, I catch it as well. Then I try to remember the other beautiful ideas but now they have just vanished. I try to concentrate, hard, very hard but I can’t get them back.

I think this process is similar to planting a seed in the soil. And then waiting for it to spring to life. How many times have you noticed random plants finding shelter in your garden other than the ones that you have planted? I have noticed it many times, and wondered where did it come from. Of course, there could be endless possibilities but the exact time, the right amount of sunshine, rain, water and other conditions made it possible for them to come to life. Wouldn’t you agree?

I guess the ideas are also like that you don’t know what is the right time or the right resource. You cannot determine at a moment if something or someone inspires you. You do not know what picture your mind has clicked, that could emerge as an idea for later.