Not that weed. 🙂
A friend once told me not to bring this orchid home because “it’s a weed among orchids.”
I decided to take it home anyway because I’ve tried other varieties and none of them survived. This fellow, for all it’s humble pedigree, kept blooming. I think it’s because it doesn’t listen to what others are saying.
If plants overthink their reason for being, I guess many of them won’t be around.
Just think of the cactus, it never listened to the wisdom that plants can’t grow in the desert.
A plant doesn’t think it deserves less of the sun because it is not a rose.
Who is to judge anyway?
The jasmine doesn’t care. If it has to crawl so be it; it still spreads its tiny flowers and their scent.
Growth is life and life is growth.
If we can be more like plants, maybe we would hesitate less.
Now, for that other kind of weed… 🙂
An ancient Roman sculpture garden is recreated at the Courtyard of the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum.
At this time of year, chimney bellflowers (Campanula pyramidalis) appear in the courtyard. The flowers are grown from seed and take two years to reach their six-foot height!
Quite an impressive work of horticulture.
“Isn’t it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
– Douglas Adams
“In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary.”
– Aaron Rose
“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you… I could walk through my garden forever.”
– Alfred Lord Tennyson
The essential oil from Ylang-ylang is highly valued and used in perfumes such as Chanel No. 5.
Its fragrance is described as “rich and deep with notes of rubber and custard, and bright with hints of jasmine and neroli.”
No wonder the garden smells heavenly when it blooms!
The name ylang-ylang is derived from the Tagalog term ilang-ilang for the tree that is a reduplicative form of the word ilang, meaning “wilderness”, alluding to the tree’s natural habitat… The plant is native to the Philippines, Malaysia and Indonesia and is commonly grown in Madagascar, Polynesia, Melanesia, Micronesia and Comoros Islands. It grows in full or partial sun, and prefers the acidic soils of its native rainforest habitat. – Wikipedia
The rains have come, and so have the fruits. This year, the rambutans are already bearing fruit!
Fresh from the tree, to the plate, to the… lens?
Rambutan, like most tropical fruits, is eaten by opening/peeling the skin, hence it can be eaten fresh.
These look like eggs in a nest… or aliens waiting to hatch…
Who thought rambutan could be so… wet? No wonder ants like them!
As kids we were told not to play with our food — but who listened anyway? 🙂
I better get to them before the ants do!
I make movies in my mind, or sometimes they write themselves in my sleep.
In one movie I see you smiling, coming into the bedroom as I wake up. I tell you about some plans for the day and you laugh. You pick up a towel and glance at me as you step into the shower.
In another movie you gaze into the distance as I rest my head on your shoulder, your arm around me, both of us not speaking a word. I think about the future while wondering if you were thinking about it too.
And then the light hits my eyes and the movies begin to fade.
I choose to linger in the fog, to make the movies keep playing, because then the world looks like a garden in the mist. Because then distance and time disappear.
Because then you are closer to me.