Flowers! they have always fascinated me, right from my childhood, when a small rose bud in my mother's garden had made wait for days to see it bloom & the bright red colour had filled my heart with joy. my fascination for flowers has been imbibed by my mother. Her small flower garden where she grew roses, hibiscus, marigolds, dahlias & various other flowering plants would ,make me skip my homework and run to the terrace early winter mornings to see how many new flowers have bloomed and get lost in their beautiful fragrances. Each occasion she used to fill our house with flowers and the house looked something new, fresh.
My mother loved her garden like anything and was too possessive about them. but her possessiveness was in vain. Each winter many squirrels would gather in her garden and nibble away the buds and my mother furiously would run around them to scare them away but in vain.
Alas! these are all my memories, when we left Kolkata for Mumbai, we couldn't save our garden, the potted plants were gifted to neighbors & friends.this didn't stop my mother & I to stop getting flowers. Here in Mumbai either there is a occasion or not, we get flowers for ourselves. The roses may not have such beautiful fragrances but their redness still fills my heart with joy
Flowers for all special moment
:)
bye for now
My mother loved her garden like anything and was too possessive about them. but her possessiveness was in vain. Each winter many squirrels would gather in her garden and nibble away the buds and my mother furiously would run around them to scare them away but in vain.
Alas! these are all my memories, when we left Kolkata for Mumbai, we couldn't save our garden, the potted plants were gifted to neighbors & friends.this didn't stop my mother & I to stop getting flowers. Here in Mumbai either there is a occasion or not, we get flowers for ourselves. The roses may not have such beautiful fragrances but their redness still fills my heart with joy
Flowers for all special moment
:)
bye for now
