Crimson bottlebrush- Local Flora – Stay at home stroll – 9

This is a series about the neighborhood flowers and flowering trees that I saw and enjoyed on my walk in the neighborhood during the stay at home months.  Many of the flowers I don’t know much about and depend on Google lens to get a name.  If there are mistakes, apologize for my ignorance.

Near our house there is a small creek that runs nearly dry during the summer months.  The creek is bordered on one side by a road and the other side a gravel road cum trail maintained by the water district.  The creek is fenced in on both sides by chain link fences.  Between the road and the fence are many trees and wildflowers that start blooming during spring.  I am not sure if some of these flowering plants are really wild or originally planted by the developers when the subdivision was  planned some fifty years back. To me it looks wild now, hiding the creek from the road.  There are quite a few bottlebrush plants by the roadside.  For once I can say that the name is quite appropriate as any one can see the similarity with a bottlebrush.  I am happy that the color is not white. Crimson really brings up the contrast.

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Did the inventor 

In a rush

Took the idea from nature 

And named you bottlebrush


A Rose is a rose

 

 

 

Snapdragons- Local Flora – Stay at home stroll – 8

This is a series about the neighborhood flowers and flowering trees that I saw and enjoyed on my walk in the neighborhood during the stay at home months.  Many of the flowers I don’t know much about and depend on Google lens to get a name.  If there are mistakes, apologize for my ignorance.

Definitely does not look anything like a dragon to me.  Who in their right mind will call these beautiful flowers dragons?  The only snapdragons that I knew of, before looking up the name of these ornamental flowers brightening the front yards of many neighbors, were the processors from Qualcomm that many cell phones use as their cpu.  Seasonal by nature, these beauties are a sight to behold.  We have a few in our garden but they have not started blooming yet. Coming in varieties of color, they really lights up a garden.

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Dragons you are not

Such a beautiful sight

Brighten up a garden

A heart’s delight


A Rose is a rose

 

 

 

Cistus or pink rock-rose- Local Flora – Stay at home stroll – 7

This is a series about the neighborhood flowers and flowering trees that I saw and enjoyed on my walk in the neighborhood during the stay at home months.  Many of the flowers I don’t know much about and depend on Google lens to get a name.  If there are mistakes, apologize for my ignorance.

Is not that a beautiful flower? I had seen that in some other places also at different times in the wild.  Not sure I can call this one wild though.  This was by the side of a fitness trail on a subdivision near our home. Wild or not, the color was what drew me to it.  It was so bright.  

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You touched my heart

With color so bright

Dazzling like a jewel

In bright sunlight


A Rose is a rose

 

 

 

Woven:Week Forty of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”

Quilts are woven in many cultures for various reasons.  Quilts are colorful, a harmonious cacophony of colors. They tell a story, story of love, story of passion, story of hardship, story of survival and story of rejuvenation. Sadly in the quilt of nations, the harmony of colors is missing.  It is replaced by false vanity of nationality, ethnicity, race, religion, language etc.  From our childhood we are bombarded by stories from our past, our cultures, our mythology. These are woven into the fabric of our everyday existence, so much so that we consider anybody else not sharing the same as aliens. They are not woven into the fabric of the quilt of our existence.

Technology has made the world smaller, brought people much closer. Technology also has made it easier for bigots to spew venom, spread hatred. Isn’t it time for us to weave a new story, a modern story of the human race? A story of hope, a story of all of us coming together, a story of march for justice and peace for all.  If that story can be woven successfully, what a legacy we shall leave for posterity.

With that thought in mind, for week forty of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”, I chose “Woven” as the starting word for my poem.  Now, my dear readers, it’s time for me to go and finish writing my poem before it is midnight and Wednesday rolls into Thursday.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Nov-2-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings

Life Temporal

Life temporal ended today at fifty seven, purple rains will fall no more
Cherry blossoms only in season, you have my all seasons’ colors
I, Prince, bid adieu today to compose, play and sing for the eternal King


I am sad today to think of anything else.

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Three line poem, maximum 100 words, based on the photo above