i was never big on flowers. they took their time finding a place in my heart. even now, i have not entirely succumbed to their charm and beauty. the two or three that bloom every two three weeks find their place in the living room, in my daily pictures, in conversations that must bore the heck out of the other mothers at the bus stop and since the cover photos started on facebook, updated immediately with glee.
on my Friday jaunts through the fresh farm produce, i pass through men and women weaving garlands in time for the morning prayers in the temple. flowers by the roadside increase during the festival season. this morning i found these ~
last week, the son had to make rangoli in school. what was left of the flowers i hurriedly bought ~
when i bought some yellow roses to cheer my sunny house ~
it being the month of the Holy Rosary, this little statuette of her stayed with me for a day before moving onto the next house ~
the orange gerberas bloomed together in my teeny balcony garden ~
in the company of the fragrant frangipani from my now dead plant ~
plucked from the pathway downstairs ~
weeds from the roadside are VIPs in my house ~
