Its that time of the year again… winter is almost forgotten as the burning sun makes its presence felt. Grass and herbs dried out from last year, crunch under the feet as one tries to keep a brisk pace on the morning walk on the tekdi. The eyes scan the usual favourites hoping to spot blooms and I am not disappointed.
Shirish beckons with its sweet fragrance and fresh foliage. Yellow rattling pods from last year still hang from the branches and the tree stands out from a distance.
and the Neem is happy showing off its tiny flowers too…
These yellow flowers stand out on the bare plateau, amid the ashes of the burnt grass..
The small Capparis blossoms cloak the shrubby tree in a white coat!
The Ganer and Waras are still painting the tekdi golden and cream amid the fading pink of the Gliricidia.
The white tufts of the Dregea volubilis line the pathways even as I wait for the Kusumb to blush red as it realises its branches are bare.
The lucky ones may even spot the Peacock!
Its March on the tekdi and the trees are beckoning… Where are you??
Out on the streets, the trees are bedecked in their floral glory The golden blaze of the Tabebuia easily overshadows its pink cousin. This even as the Jacaranda casts a soothing blue haze over the horizon and blue carpet at your feet. New leaves of the Moha blush as its blossoms look down upon earthlings. The Mango is in full bloom … Does it foretell a sweet May?