The trees , creepers and shrubs in the park were covered with flowers as alluring as the next .
The naganandi tree was also bedecked with those pinkish rose coloured highly aromatic flowers whose heady fragrance stroked me gently as it drifted over as i sat underneath as is my practise for the last 12 years .A small rest after the ritual morning walk which in the first half of this long period was characterised by the need to get into shape whilst the on going second half was mainly to re affirm and reassure my connections with all that is routine and normal .
A flock of creamy yellow butterflies were all crowding over a bush that had very small bunches of flowers with tiny tubes and petals.They were not interested in bigger flowers which looked more attractive and some even more highly scented than those tiny orangish red tubular flowers and therefore their choice surprised me.As my point of view is that bigger and attractive the flower more would its nectar be but to the butterflies whose sustenance are the flowers knew instinctively which flower had the sweetest and most nourishing nectar to enable them to complete their life cycle,how ever small and insignificant such flowers appear to worldly wise eyes.
The banquet was over in few minutes and in a instant the creamy haze dissolved in the greenery .A few stragglers ,rust and black coloured butterflies flitted on to those flowers and flitted away immediately .Obviously ,the sweet nectar had been emptied out by that earlier flock.
wtitten on30 .12.13
The naganandi tree was also bedecked with those pinkish rose coloured highly aromatic flowers whose heady fragrance stroked me gently as it drifted over as i sat underneath as is my practise for the last 12 years .A small rest after the ritual morning walk which in the first half of this long period was characterised by the need to get into shape whilst the on going second half was mainly to re affirm and reassure my connections with all that is routine and normal .
A flock of creamy yellow butterflies were all crowding over a bush that had very small bunches of flowers with tiny tubes and petals.They were not interested in bigger flowers which looked more attractive and some even more highly scented than those tiny orangish red tubular flowers and therefore their choice surprised me.As my point of view is that bigger and attractive the flower more would its nectar be but to the butterflies whose sustenance are the flowers knew instinctively which flower had the sweetest and most nourishing nectar to enable them to complete their life cycle,how ever small and insignificant such flowers appear to worldly wise eyes.
The banquet was over in few minutes and in a instant the creamy haze dissolved in the greenery .A few stragglers ,rust and black coloured butterflies flitted on to those flowers and flitted away immediately .Obviously ,the sweet nectar had been emptied out by that earlier flock.
wtitten on30 .12.13
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