The mountains make a home within us… And we live in our favourite nooks and crannies there 😊… We search for them in the formation of clouds and the denseness of foliage around us… Even while knowing it a mirage… They are where they are… And we are where we are… 🌼
We close our eyes and inhale deeply, trying to remember what mountain air feels like… We walk narrow lanes in our minds eye… Lanes dotted with daisies that have yellow centers and white petals that grow wild…
Maybe I love monsoon because I get a two in one deal… The ephemeral sight of clouds simulating mountains and the pitter patter of rain that camouflages the sound of city traffic and city life…😊
I saw this soft, cottony looking material behind a flowerpot and was convinced that my pug, Motu, his bed was being emptied of it’s filling yet again by some naughty squirrel 😁… Then it moved like a tail and this is what appeared 😮! An albino squirrel, I think 😊.
I do a lot of squirrel watching from my window and have often seen small babies accompany their parents, they have the exact same colouring as the adults 😁… This little fella was unique 👌🌼
After months of trying to keep my succulents alive, I can finally say I understand them 😁!
I’ve understood their watering patterns and sunlight needs … How much conversation to have with them 🙄(just kidding😂)
I had read somewhere that If you really want to see colours change in your succulents then you have to ‘stress’ them… Reduce water.. Reduce their time in the bright sun 😔.. I felt bad doing that, but I did it in a controlled scenario 😎.
This bright green succulent started turning a gorgeous lemon yellow… But It’s back in the sun now because, if I want to see colour, I’ll turn to my paints 🎨… I don’t want to be the reason for anybody’s stress 🙃
. . A straggler showing signs of new life… There’s no sight more endearing 😊…One wants to cheer it on… Encourage it to grow… Tell it… I am waiting on the outside… Just blossom… 🌼🙏 . #nature #beauty #stillness #magic #zenmoment #SimplePleasuresofLife #Watercolours #sketchbook #storiesfrommygarden
The Poinsettia are blooming way past their prime. Even without their startling red leaves… The ones that are so reminiscent of Christmas and winter, chill and fog, these fighters always serve to cheer me up.
I keep them right outside my studio window and view them many times in a day … I marvel at the colour and beauty of the leaves. The little designs at the edge seem like a barista has worked his magic throught them, like he does in our favourite mug of cappuccino when he pulls a heart shape of beige and white from the foam gathered on top.
In my effort to keep them healthy, I have chanced upon a most cost-effective solution. The humble Colin spray bottle. These plants, and also the Areca palms some distance away, thrive under a mist of sprayed water.
I realise as I write this, that I spend more time looking out the window than I do on other things… This also might explain why my days feel so complete without really accomplishing anything…
At the traffic light, a tanker stops right next to my car. The ladies run toward us and I am sure they are going to ask for money… But they just bypass me. One of them uses the lever to release a gush of water while the other one fills her empty bottle quickly… The driver looks on in the side view mirror, no doubt accustomed to this sight… The signal changes, we all go on our way…