be a seed
so you can survive in the dirt
and inspire the world with beautiful blooms
“Learn from seeds; they don’t die when you throw dirt at them; they grow.”― Matshona Dhliwayo
This herb garden was grown by the students in my son’s school. It’s inspiring to see the kids taking responsibility and tending to the plants. They have done a good job, haven’t they?
Joining Esha & Natasha for #WordlessWednesday
& Parul for #ThursdayTreeLove.
Is it the sun playing hide and seek
Is it the sky jealous of sharing her friend
Is it the cloud goofing around just because
Black clouds towering
like a mountain
Blocking my way ahead
Another rainy day
marking its territory
in my memory
This week I am sharing some artwork I made a couple of weeks ago. I don’t consider myself as an artist, more like someone who loves to do art but fails to get it correctly.
Despite the shortcomings, I still try my hand at drawing. One can only wait for so long in the name of perfection.
These little moments of happiness happen when ‘getting it right’ is replaced with ‘getting it done’.
So tell me, do you like them?
In my courtyard,
Lurks those ghosts of memories
Waiting to come alive.
Hibiscus was a part of our childhood. I don’t remember a single house in Kerala without this plant in their courtyard.
Hibiscus leaves were used as a shampoo and conditioner in Indian households. My sister and I loved this homemade shampoo. Those times we never used store-bought shampoos and conditioners on our hair.
Though we were supposed to use the grindstone to make the leaves into a pulp, my sister and I preferred the electric blender for its ease of use. Of course, our mom was not so thrilled when we used her beloved blender to make shampoo which wasn’t food and we were subjected to scoldings as an aftermath.
But it was worth it. Our shiny hair made it all worth it. 🙂
I clicked the above picture inside our apartment complex some days ago. The memories a simple plant triggers…