Pinks and Whites

The pink and white combination of these little flowers are a pretty sight.

Antigonon leptopus, commonly known as Mexican Creeper, coral vine or San Miguelito Vine, is a species of flowering plant in the buckwheat family, Polygonaceae, it is a perennial that is native to Mexico.

Rise and Shine

Waking up early has its advantages. Here are some morning sights captured in a stroll around the neighbourhood.


The bright yellow flower of the Dillenia suffroticosa.





The Japanese rose or Portulaca grandiflora blooms under sunlight. But come the strong afternoon sun, the flowers take a "nap" and close. They remain so for the rest of the day and through the night. The next day, they start to open again by mid-morning.



















Two young bulbuls (Pyconontus goiavier) cry for food as their parents appear. The adults can be very aggresive in protecting their young.

Peaceful Reflection

Beside a sea that could not cease to smile;
On tranquil land, beneath a sky of bliss.
William Wordsworth

Life's Mysteries on Earth Day

Plumeria rubra I have always wondered why the white frangipani is commonly associated with cemeteries. Somewhere out there is the answer; I'll find it one day.









Here's another interesting find. Not too sure if it's the flower of the sea apple or the rain tree.









But my most exciting find of the day were these pretty pink flowers - most of these had four petals but some had five. I wonder why.

Boost Needed

I've been posting photos, sharing views. But I would really love to hear from everyone or anyone. Readers keep writers going. If we wrote for the sake of writing, if we took photos just for ourselves, we wouldn't be posting any.

So if you are out there, checking out this blog, please talk to me...

Easter

Easter! Rebirth! Salvation! New Life!

I came across these in my collection. The water lily, Nymphaea lotus and Nymphaea pubescens, seen here are a good reminder that out of the mud in the pond, can rise glory and magnificence.



So we, the humble people, despite the many errors and mistakes in our lives, can also rise to greater achievements.

If we only learn to let go of our past and look upwards for a new beginning.

Good Friday

Death around us. However. we focus on the promise of new life, of a new tomorrow. And as spring comes around again, the plants awake. The buds jostle to welcome the new season.

I guess it's time to believe that the miserable moments will come to a a close and new challenges await.

The Hills Speak

27 years later, I still can't forget. That one day when a very dear friend passed away. How do you forget the joys, the moments, the pain. It was not the first brush with Death, it was not to be the last.

But it was the one that hurt the most.

The years that followed were spent searching for answers. For understanding.

They never came. But in the rolling hills some time later, a light shone; guiding me back to believing that all things happen for a purpose

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved - he that keepeth thee will not slumber. Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord is thy keeper, the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil, he shall preserve thy soul. The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
Ps 121:1-8

Spring Approaches

As Easter rounds the corner, we are reminded of new life, a rebirth. No serious thoughts today; just a sharing of the energy of spring in the flowers we see.



Sometimes we rush too much that we forget to see the beauty in the little flowers around us.

Easter

Easter's round the corner, just a week away. In the history of some two thousand years past, the journey begins.

This day that long time ago, the crowd celebrated and cheered the man riding into town. Only to jeer at him and see him condemned to a miserable, painful death less than a week later.

On my first challenging trip to this little-known hill in the early hours of one spring day, I find myself on making a journey that would repeat itself in the years ahead. How quickly we sometimes forget and do the same things again and again; not learning from the history, the past, the pain.

Hopefully, we learn this year. History is not on our side.