The Flower Day

 March 21 is an absolutely unique day. Our blog would reveal its various significances one by one. Today let us look at its relevance as the flower day.

March 21 is seasonally central.  In the northern hemisphere, it augurs 'well', rather, augurs fragrantly and beautifully, the arrival of the spring season. In the cold climate, this recurrent blooming of life is most noteworthy. In fact, this rebirth is almost like a regular reassertion of life. 

Even in an India where not every nook n corner is covered with bitter cold monochromal snow, this reawakening of life is insistent, inevitably, though subtly. The 'Flame of Forest' flags, for instance, itself most wondrously even in the concrete jungle. 

Have you noticed how the pale pink n crimson bunches of the rangoon creeper make every evening in to a concert of fragrance and lovely shades of pink? In fact, around March 21, bloom very many fragrant flowers making each evening a symphony of scents that drowns the stale odours of a burgeoning metro. 

In fact, flowers, even the wild ones, are so beautiful that just one flower day on March 21 is not enough. Every day deserves to be a flower day. Why, so? Well, flowers are not just beautiful. That beauty, be it fascinating fragrances, be it mesmerising shapes, be it captivating colours n shades, be it soft n smooth textures, each has its own use for the growth of the plant/shrub/tree. True examples of beauty with brains, in brief!

My brother, Sanju, who has a green thumb, has this lovely balcony garden where nestle unbelievably beautiful flowers sharing with each other their uniquenesses. Whenever I go to his place, in the company of his most loving and lovely Tashu, the colourful beagle, i spend quite some time in this balcony full of blooms. Some h(e)avenly feel it is!

Flowers can make our typical city balconies with the inevitable washing machine and drying clothes in to a vista of gentle grandeur, right? Here at Mukund Nagar, we have this May Flower. A few drops of the first summer shower, and it bursts out most colourfully from the dry clods, like my colacasia who remembers without fail to bloom back circa March 21.

Flowers, in other words, are not just pretty. They are recurrent remembrances of the eternal aspect of life, forever blooming, however much the winter may try to wipe out every colour, each fragrance. May every day be the flower day, making it most meaningful!

Pratima@ At Mukund Nagar, we have the green champak. So difficult it is to locate its little flower whose colour and shape mimic the leaves. I keep on distributing its seeds so that its fragrance would freshen up the lives of all my acquaintances! Oh, yes, rather than bouquets, better to give seeds/plants as presents. What say?

Quote of the day:                                                        Says Theodore Roethke, "Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light."

Word of the day: destination                                  Destination is the final place where someone or something is going, traveling, or being sent. It refers to the end point of a journey. A flower proves that progress is a beautiful journey, where the bud to bloom to fruit to seed cycle,  every stage is both a destination and a pilgrimage fostering life!