Took a while this year but it's here again at last. Spring. To take a few liberties with Eliot...
Spring is the cruellest season
Breeding flowers out of the wasteland
Breeding flowers out of the wasteland
The Japan theite blossoms look remarkably like Japanese cherry blossoms and they don't last very long either. I took these pictures last week and already they've disappeared, presumably to morph into fruit. I snapped the azaleas (2nd and 3rd last pics) on a wet rainy morning. Also called rhododendrons, they're abundant in the Himalayan foothills and at school in Darj, we had a lovely school song called The Singalila Song which went
Along the Singalila skyline
I'll climb the rhododendron road
To find beyond the fragrant springtime
The spirit's loftiest abode
And where the mountains meet the morning
The world held in a moment's span
I'll hear the wisdom of the timeless
To love my God and serve my fellow man.
I'll climb the rhododendron road
To find beyond the fragrant springtime
The spirit's loftiest abode
And where the mountains meet the morning
The world held in a moment's span
I'll hear the wisdom of the timeless
To love my God and serve my fellow man.
