Happy World Environment Day! 🙂 If you’ve been following me from a long time, you might be aware that the environment is something I care deeply for. Since my blogging schedule perfectly aligned with the 5th of June, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to talk about it on my blog. Prior to the celebration of this day, the news of USA withdrawing from the Paris Agreement broke out, which caused a huge uproar and rightly so. But did you know that it won’t come into effect until November 2020? However, when it is clear that those with power are not even willing to acknowledge these important issues, it is up to every individual to make a contribution.
After countless visits to the Diary of an Internet Nobody and being urged by the blogger more famously known as dalecooper57, I finally decided to take part this time in the Cosmic Photo Challenge because the prompt seemed easy: How does your garden grow? This weekly challenge is hosted by Dale and K’lee from Obzervashunal.
I’ve never been a shutterbug myself. Although I like the idea of taking pretty pictures, I don’t own a good quality camera and my editing skills are non-existent. However, if I ever found the time and had better equipment, I’d probably take a lot of pictures of my garden and nature in general. I’d also maybe take pictures of food that I cook, but then I’d have to sharpen my presentation skills as well. There’s a long way to go on that front, to be honest.
One of the best things about my house, other than my room, is the garden. We have plants all around the house, with a lush lawn out front and trees at the back. My grandfather, who built the house, was a plant pathologist. The garden was under his care when he was alive and since his passing, we’ve been doing as much as we can to preserve what he left behind. There are different varieties of roses, some of which he bred by grafting. We also have a lot of fruit-bearing trees, such as mango, jackfruit, guava and chikoo. There are some herbs and a few vegetables as well that we use in the kitchen.
So, here are some average photos with no filters that I’ve taken from my phone camera. The first two are from the Lalbagh Botanical Garden, a famous green space in my city and the rest are from my home garden. Hope you like them! 🙂 If you’re interested in seeing more, you can follow my Nature board on Pinterest.
Phew! That was a surprisingly easy post. 😀 As per my Friday poll and what I’ve gathered from comments, I’m going to try and integrate both my blogs into this one. I’m trying out a little experiment till the end of May and will be posting a book review on Tuesdays and a book meme of my own creation on Thursdays. Do check them out when you get the time and please leave feedback in the comments section so that I can assess and re-evaluate, if necessary. Thanks again! Have a lovely week ahead, folks! 🙂
Resistance keeps us alive. Resistance causes us to fail. We feel it when we stretch our fingers in front of the fire. We also feel it when we think of something unpleasant we would rather not do. Yet, funnily enough, both the necessary and the unnecessary resistance have the same word to describe it.
Science gives one definition of it. We can calculate it – even that on our own skin. It is a tangible and real thing, quantified by a unit named after a German man who devoted his life to learning all about it. We know it and we need it sometimes, but at other times it is a nuisance. Resistance is useful when we try to move, but also causes losses in a conducting wire. Like nature, it is both good and evil.
What’s the first image that flashes across your mind when you hear the word control? A puppet with strings attached? A person yelling at others, trying to get them to conform? A leader of a country smiling benignly down at his countrymen, his smile hiding the secrets of power? A button on a keyboard? A panel with funny little buttons and a red one you’re never supposed to push? A soft voice in a darkened room, convincing a young recruit of lies warped as truth? It could be all of them, or none at all, for it could be just an illusion.
Surplus. Overindulgence. Superabundance. Extravagance. Immoderation. Call it what you will, humans seem to be particularly susceptible to the allure of excess. Perhaps it’s the just all the excess room inside the skull that sets us apart from the other species. Or is it the rules of the society that bestows power on the one who possesses an abundance of whatever is valuable at that particular time in history? Maybe it’s just shameless self-indulgence, a series of biochemical reactions that makes one crave for more.
The months of June and July would bring with it the laden clouds that could almost make me forget what the Sun looked like.
I remember gazing out of my window at the pounding rain as a child. It came with the shrieks of its companion, the wind. It would go on for so long that I would find comfort in its familiar sound and drift off to sleep with my head resting on the window sill. The flashes of lightning and the boom of thunder would unsettle me in my slumber. They were the demons of my nightmares in those days. When the afternoon nap would run its course, I would wake up to see the world soaking wet, but never ventured out even in the light drizzle to jump in the puddles in my backyard.