Sow What ?

It is the lone Potato somedays. A small bunch of Palak on other days. Two hundred grams of  Beans, Three Brinjals, Quarter kilogram of  Broad Beans or a Bonanza of a kilogram of  Tomato on many days. Quite a few days we harvest seeds. And every 45 days we harvest black gold or compost from our kitchen waste. Compost harvest 4 pots of black gold The happiness with each harvest and the contentment with the yield is the same  be it vegetables,seeds or compost. It is never about the quantity of harvest or yield. It is the promise of each seed that showed up. Here are a few harvest pictures, that never fail to inspire me on no-harvest days to keep calm and garden on. Palak seeds Seed Harvest For my pooja...

I love the rainy season for no one particular reason, but many.The water-washed sight of the plants with a pervasive earthy smell after the rains are something to live for. After the rains  Suncatcher ... Just bathed  Fully drenched. That droplet !!! I  hate the rains just as much as it forces me to do other household chores that I would have postponed or avoided totally under the excuse of watering my plants. Only a passionate hater- of- household- chores and garden lover can understand that. I don't find any other activity as riveting and therapeutic as watering the plants.It lets me connect and converse with each and every plant. That is when I discover a new leaf,  a hidden bud, a flower with a promise of fruit, or a fruit that I missed harvesting. If I get lucky, I spot some lovely insects and butterflies too. Many times I wonder if I love my plants more or pests more. Preying Mantis.. There are days when the har...

" Paradoxical, Ironic, Bundle of contradictions, Most confused thing on two legs with eleven opinions and a half  on nine issues." This is what  Quizly ( or such other time pass web applications)  would throw up if I were to succumb to the temptation of taking up online Personality tests. Tangentially trite descriptions will emerge every time, if you decide to go in for best of three. As random as that and establishing polarity. My Garden-The little heaven does the same to me. Just when I think, I found myself here , I  lose it to the incredible miracles that happen in this green and brown world. My garden  looked like this when I started two years back... And my kindred garden sways between polarity and randomness, giving me the much-needed company while I sip my chai and garden on.