Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “leaves.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Have fun!
Leaves are so fascinating. They come in different sizes and shapes and shades. And they are the life lines of the plant world. Each one is beautiful in its own way. Rains have started in our place and the leaves are looking so green and fresh. Our summer was very hot and dry. The leaves were looking so sad. On top of it, mud was being transported from the land behind our house. The dust settled on the leaves and it looked as if they could not breathe. We used to water the plants but it was not enough to clean them. But the rains have changed everything. I have noticed there are many yellow flowers and they look more beautiful against the background of green leaves. I love to watch the sun-birds flying from one flower to the next.
Leaves remind me of those dry leaves which the bulbuls collect to build their nest. They have tried to build them between the tubelight bulb and the holder. I really could not understand why they thought they could build a nest there. The leaves kept falling down but they persisted for so many days. I was worried whether there would be time for them to build their nest. I wonder what happened. A few years earlier another Bulbul couple had built their nest between the fronds of the dwarf variety of the areca nut tree in our garden. The eggs were laid and the pheasant crow came upon them. One morning I heard the bulbuls crying out and I looked out to see them trying to scare away the bigger bird but in vain. Since then nests have not been built there.
When our granddaughter was a few months old she used to love watching the fluttering of leaves. They held her eyes and made her smile. I remembered her when I watched the leaves of the peepal tree fluttering gently with the breeze. This tree is in the front yard of the temple in our place. The fluttering leaves fills the heart with a sense of peace.
“One of the great lessons the fall of the leaf teaches, is this: do your work well and then be ready to depart when God shall call.” — Tryon Edwards.
Bulbul – Wikipedia
Ficus religiosa – Wikipedia
Areca nut – Wikipedia
Crow Pheasant – india-birds.com