Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not!
I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.
I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of
pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am
aware, and the time of offering go by.
Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower
in thy service and pluck it while there is time.
Rabindranath Tagore
Flowers weave themselves into the garland of life in India.
From intricate hair adorments of the fragrant mogra to the puja offerings to the dieties in households and roadsides to the mightiest temples around the country.
For pictures of flowers and the way they are sold and used in India see:
www.tash007.smugmug.com
Look under Flora of India
Great floral photos Natasha.
ReplyDeleteI just loved viewing the photos of where you used to live. After hearing your tales of how you lived in India it was great to be able to visualise it rather than imagine.
Thanks for checking on the blogs and photos Lyndall :-)
ReplyDeleteTasha, I wish for you a safe and fantastic journey! I miss your bright smile and efflorescene . You will always remain close in my heart.
ReplyDeleteKeep the blog coming and when your 6 months are up, we'll have a party to welcome you home (or back to us).
Sending you love.
Lisa Baskin