After a long hectic week, it was a lazy sunday morning. I woke up and the first thing in my mind was to be with my lovely buddies, my foliages.

As I stepped out and began to walk on the dew drenched path of my garden…..I could feel the cool, tender breeze, the netted sunrays danced to the melodious choir of the birds. There was mist all around.

Although we have beautiful flowering plants like lillies, roses, pansies, hibiscus, marigolds etc, there are ravishing palms as well and above all my favourite bouganvillas. But my beloved spot in the garden is my bonsai corner. As it is the spring time my bouganvillas are blossoming with pretty flowers of myriad hues, it looks as if it is a palette of an artist.

I wanted to spend some time with my foliages and felt each and every sapling had been missing me all the week and are now rejoiced to have me back.

I was spraying water on my creepers and to my beautiful surprise, a group of tiny little garden birds came with their melodious symphony….. they were flying here and there…..it looked as if they wanted to drench themselves in the fine droplets of my garden pipe. At the spur of the moment a child like mischief erupted in me, my garden pipe began following the birds, it eventually turned into a game of “catch-me-if-you-can”. One second they were on the creepers, the other second they were on the leaves and in a blink of an eye they were under the flowers hiding themselves. At times they came as bold warriors challenging me….the other second they flew away chirping.

Ah!…what an enthralling game we had. I was totally rejuvenated by this delightful experience. The garden full of flowers and plants filled me with unbridled optimism in which I forgot every bit of my bitterness. It gave me a fresh lease of life.

Mother earth gives us the message that there is more to life than all this materialism in this world. When you are surrounded with these living beings your mind and soul are filled with calmness and solace. You are in your own world…..each foliage has its own tale to tell. They give you contentment, happiness and some beautiful thoughts to imagine.

These feelings of mine remind me of William Wordsworth’s poem “Daffodils”, particularly the ending lines, ” for oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.”

So beautiful people, Enjoy this journey called life and its each and every creation!!