This year the weather has been different, we have been getting rains on and off since March. Our summers are very hot with high humidity but this year the rains gave us a little relief. But all the time we were thinking whether the rains were good for agriculture. But nature has her way. We are expecting the south west monsoons within a week. They are very necessary and important for our country. We are keeping our fingers crossed that rainfall will be normal, the meteorological department has said so, but one never knows.
The star apples in our tree are finished for this year. Most of the fruits were spoilt. Many are saying it is because of the rains. In our neighbour’s garden all the mangoes in their tree are spoilt. They are putting them at the base of their coconut trees. In our tree too the mangoes are getting spoilt. Fortunately, there were not many. We plucked the raw ones. I made pickles from them. It is a paste type of pickles, good with dosas and idlis.
I am stitching cross stitch designs to make table mats for our grandchildren. For Kavya, I stitched from my book. My friend had told me about this site. It is very interesting. I am trying a design from it for our grandson, Advaith.
We are in partial lock down till 7th. A few days ago, my husband and Aravind went to some shops in the morning. We eat raw rice and parboiled too. Both are tasty in their own way. When I prepare parboiled rice, I keep aside the water in which it has been cooked. I use it to make soup. During the rainy season it is warming to eat hot soup 😊.
My mother is 80 and in the last few years she has forgotten many people with whom she has no contact. A few days ago an old acquaintance called her. I was watching her talk, she was answering all the questions. To some questions she answered frankly that she has forgotten many things and could not give an answer. Then I talked for a while. Later my mother told me she just could not place the person. I asked her how she had answered the questions. She said they were very general and about her daily activities. We then talked about the lady and then my mother recognised who she was.
Aravind has Retinitis Pigmentosa from birth. A few evenings ago he and my husband went for a walk. They met a couple who are old friends. The lady, instead of introducing herself, kept asking Aravind whether he recognized her. He was getting quite irritated. He had not met them for a long time and how was he supposed to recognize their voice ? He recognizes people by their voices. There are many such people. Many a time I have told some that it was better if they told Aravind who they were instead of asking Aravind to tell them who they were. There are all sorts of people!
Two days ago a blogger wrote a Pantoum. This poetry form is fascinating. I am trying one. Though we are in lockdown, and life is going on in a set routine. I was wondering what to write. There has been a lot to write about everyday moments.😊.