A tree wears its life on its skin.
Its roots may be hidden as it digs the ground; the rings in its trunk counted only when it falls. The leaves and twigs may be broken by the wind, but they will grow anew.
The bark shows all the scars of the seasons, the callouses from insects that burrow into it, the small garden of lichen and moss that it carries, the sap that oozes when it is wounded.
If a tree had a heart, it would be in its bark.
“It’s easy to stand with the crowd. It takes courage to stand alone.”
– Mahatma Gandhi
“Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.”
– Walt Whitman
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!
“People are like teabags. You don’t know how strong they are until you put them in hot water.”
The world needs an infusion of strength and hope. It can only come from each one.
(The quote above has been attributed to many people.)
It would be simple.
No string of pearls or fancy jewelry.
Just a few beads of water from this morning’s drizzle.
No yoga on a beach or a surfer’s paradise.
Just a ride on the wave of a soft gentle breeze.
No new age philosophy or a new uncovered diet.
Just a skin washed with rain and a glow from within.
If a plant could take a selfie.
Surprise on a drizzly Easter morning.
It’s cracked, even broken in places. It is easy to focus on the flaws and say it’s worthless.
But look closer and there’s the work of an artist, the Master’s touch. Something valuable.
Aren’t we all?
A timely reflection for Good Friday.