Saturday, 19 October 2019

A Bird In The Tree (2)

Hi Friends 

Sighted this bird a few months back. 

It is black and white like the robin I use to see in my backyard but quite different in that on the underside it is nearly all-white from the neck to the tail.  Also, this bird is more elongated in shape.

The bird was sighted perched high on the very tall casuarina tree along the beach. It never came lower. Since it was quite distant so I could not identify what it really was. 

And furthermore, I have very little knowledge of birds. Nevertheless,  they fascinate me.

What's its name?

I hope you like these pictures.

Till next entry bye . . .

Friday, 18 October 2019

My Friend's Garden

Hi everyone,

In the past, she liked sitting at the verandah and from there could view the garden which needed more digging. As was usual there would be someone out there forever tending to the plants. The quiet ambiance, except for the sound of the garden tool occasionally knocking against a stone or something, would break the silence.

Though he was not in good health that did not stop him from doing things he loved. Once in a while, she would call out to remind him not to exert himself too much, his frail heart kept her worrying. He would usually turn and waved off and just smiled or cracked some jokes about his unfinished garden.

He was a plant lover, a keen home gardener, and quite a serious hobbyist as can be seen from the garden in his former house. When they moved into the new and smaller house making the garden was a struggle for him despite the area is so much smaller and so the garden was taking form much slower. However, she appreciates his ongoing efforts in trying to beautify the surroundings. 

Now if she sits at the same spot that comfortable feeling and quiet joy are no more there. The garden and the gardener had parted, sadly forever.

My friend is not really passionate about plants and gardening but still, if she could she would continue his work and try to improve and to keep the garden left to her thriving. She wished she could give as much interest and attention as he did. It's a pity she can't. Apart from her physical limitations due to a chronic illness it is also emotionally hard on her to bear the memories that the garden evokes.

Now occasionally hired hands would work in the garden. Though the plants keep growing and flowers may bloom the way she feels about the house and garden would not be the same anymore.

I hope her garden will flourish and help brings cheer to her life.

Till next entry, bye . . .