I have been for over a month having serious performance anxiety that my plants are not flowering…..not blooming… everywhere I saw tiny Firangipani trees in full bloom… and Madhumaltis spreading their fragrance in the neighborhood almost bent over and flower laden.
I thought to myself and discussed with nearly everyone I could …
It was lack of soil , daughter said to my many plants and trees in a patch of soil, all fighting for existence. Some said no fertilizer…
I opined a tree find its nutrition in from the roots way below the concrete as the trees and creepers are so tall..(a tree is as tall under the earth as above the earth).
I thought spring had passed me by …. I thought of another creeper with orange bell shaped flowers in the backyard that had stopped flowering for years.
It kept gnawing at me as these are my favorite loved ones ( Firangipani) was planted by my brother Sanjiv and the other Madhumalti very lovingly planted by my mother and nurtured by my father… the pride of the neighborhood..both my father and the madhumalti. I have been the caretaker, the watchman and the gardener watering them lovingly for over half a decade… actually everyone in my family likes to water the plants.. my mom , me, my daughter , the driver and maid we are all excited to water the plants…
So spring was long gone.. and this year so far has had a mild summer… the Gulmohar trees have had a similar fate before they bloomed the constant storms and rains… blew their buds away.. hence weak flowering this season…
I am very observant of the changes in the flora and measure the year and seasons with Tesu … around Holi… followed by Gulmohar… followed by Amaltas in the strong summer …and so on…
So coming back to this evening in an effort to complete my steps.. I lo and behold saw them both trees in the front porch flowering … I was overjoyed… I had to something… I had to celebrate… I had to write…
The metaphor life finds a way is so true and I was beginning to be a doubting Thomas… but here I am back to being a believer…
Like a all good times don’t last so similarly all bad times don’t last …
Life finds a way … Love finds a way..
