My dancing hibiscus

I've been collecting hibiscus (mainly the double variety) and have a number of different colours. The double variety appeals to me not only because they are bigger, and fabulously showy, but also because they are great as subjects for photography. Their petals appear to have motion...and the flower seems to be doing a dance routine each time I get close to them with my camera.

This one is decidedly showy!

See what I mean...this one just won't keep still...she is swaying to the music of a waltz.

A Viennese Waltz!

This ballerina has just done a pirouette and is about to take a bow.

The single hibiscus is more sedate, this one is looking down in a pensive mood.

This one is looking up, as if posing for a glamour shot.

Pure and demure... 

Here's a double in action, wings spread out, ready to cha cha cha!

I like this rhumba posture, don't you?




This is a flamenco, hot and fiery!




Smokin' hot colours of the samba!





She's dressed for dancing, but could she be a wallflower after all?




 

memories of a shy dancer
(a tanka form)
shy dancer looks down
twists the programme in her hands
music fills her soul
 longs to step onto the floor
some one asks her, she shrinks back

alone by the wall
heart pounding to the rhythm
feet crossed, motionless
night creeps on midst revelry
trapped in bubble, she breaks free




(Haiku for Sensational Haiku Wednesday)
 time of timid youth
fettered by painful reserve 
prepare to blossom

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A Sour-grape Story... Part 2

For those who might have read my post on my grapevine, oh, I don't mean that figurative grapevine, I  mean literally a vine with grapes growing on them, entitled, "The Sweetest of Gardens" you might be interested to know that, that said grapevine has, after being uprooted from my garden and transplanted in my backyard, finally flowered and fruited, after a year's inactivity. This is indeed something to shout about, as I had almost given up on the vine, and only occasionally fed it. I hardly looked to check if it was flowering. So it was the sweetest surprise when someone visiting my backyard pointed out the grapes...there were five bunches! They were not the big, luscious variety you might get at the supermarket, but nonetheless, they were the finest-looking grapes in my neighbourhood. I'm not bragging, it is a fact. Of course, I have to admit though, that no one else plants grapes in my tropical neighbourhood.

Take a look at my tropical grapes:



Perfect in all its imperfection. Having battled against the odds of unsuitable climate, environment and soil...all wrong for it to survive, survive it did, and bore fruit!



Some of the bunches look a tad weather- beaten, but I have no doubt, the worst is over for them. They are certainly bigger than they were before I transplanted the vine. Now all that's left for them to do is...to ripen into dark red grapes.



Oh, and one more thing...they have to do their best to try to be sweeter than they were before. As I had explained in the first of the grape posts, this vine produced really sour grapes. Mind you, they had  a wonderful burgundy colour when ripe, but they were perfectly...sour!



A haiku to pay tribute to my vine is in order:

Ode to Sour Grapes

triumph over malice 

covert mysteries of vine

sour grapes turn sweet

So, here they are, reigning over the other fruit trees in my backyard. The other plants seem to be either hibernating, or sulking about being over-shadowed by the grape-vine. I really should turn my attention to the passion fruit vines (passiflora edulis) which require pruning and pampering, the mulberry bushes have not produced berries at all, the kumquat bushes are all leaves, and the list goes on.





As for now, I shall dream on, in anticipation of the day when my sour grapes turn sweet.

Life

it might not be 

a bed of roses

or

a bowl of cherries

but 

life is what you make of it

and

if you can make lemonade 

when

 life throws you lemons

then 

I can make sweet wine 

out of

my sour grapes

they say

make hay while the sun shines

and 

look for the silver lining

which

you can find in every cloud

I say

I'll take that bowl of cherries

and

live and laugh at it all

Rosie Gan 

Dec 2011

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Under Paris Skies

"Stranger, beware
there's love in the air
under Paris skies..."

These are the words that romantically played in my mind as Paris unfolded before me.  Would I fall in love with Paris in springtime?

I fell in love ! Who wouldn't...the gardens were all abloom and so I gave my heart willingly.

My photographs of Paris included many shots taken as we explored the streets and the Seine riverside on our own, without a guide. We passed some lovely public gardens which we didn't know the names of. Then there were the pretty flower shops with their roses on display outside the shops. These are my charming encounters with French gardens and flowers which my photographs serve to remind me of...

Paris in Springtime

Accidental

a series of accidents

one event leading to another

one word sparks an action

then reaction leads one on a tangent

life's best left to its own directions

for didn't it lead me here to you?

a gathering of momentum

in the absence of intention

devoid of planning or conscious contrivance

did i know we would meet in spring

in a place filled with new beginnings

stirring new and joyous feelings?

the air seems crispier than it should be

the atmosphere charged with electricity

the colours are brighter than they would be

in a place where I'm not destined to be

isn't this a time when it is perfect for me

to fall tumbling in love with you...

Paris; my enchanting, sentimental indulgence !

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Exotic Beauties of the Flowering World

How could anyone not love orchids? I can't resist them. A look at them, and my heart melts. I'm not surprised that the orchid plant is often referred to as the "Queen of the realm of plants". It really looks regal to me, I must say, and the flowers are definitely queenly, demanding our utmost respect. Some orchids are princess-like, needing to be coddled and given the attention that princesses require! 


Orchids are...
graceful



exotic



and delicate.



Orchids symbolize ...


luxury





strength



love



perfection





rare beauty



refinement




wisdom




magnificence



affection





virility





thoughtfulness



charm



and splendour.




From what I have read pertaining to the meaning and symbolism attached to orchids, the person who gives a gift of orchids is expressing not only his love, but also his respect for the girl of his dreams. His choice of orchids also speaks of his admiration and he is paying the recipient the highest form of compliment, I feel, when he buys her orchids. Orchids are also universally recognized as the perfect conveyor of the message of love and thoughtfulness. 

 

If you want to see more orchids like the ones above, click here, and you'll be transported to the garden where all these blooms were photographed.

Nature's Messenger of Love

give her your heart

express your sincere regard 

orchids speak of love

cattleya's thoughtful charm

will bring her to your arms

to reciprocate your love

send her purple orchids galore

this says her rare beauty you adore

that's how you captivate your love

shower her with orchids exotic

bewitch her with its delicate mystique

then you'll be worthy of her love

(For Thursday Poets Rally and Poetry Picnic)

sponge in the wonder

thank nature for she creates

orchids in the breeze

(For Haiku Heights and Haiku My Heart)

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Paradise for Orchid Lovers

The Orchid Garden in Kuching, Sarawak in East Malaysia is well maintained, and a stroll in this garden is delightful. The varieties they have here are mind boggling, so I'm not even attempting to ID all the orchids. Some of the orchid beds have tags, but most are deemed identifiable, I guess, but not to a novice like me. If you happen to see any that you are familiar with, do share your knowledge in the comment box, won't you?


I can't possibly put all my photographs in one post, as there are too many, so for today's post, I shall....well, I shall just give you an overview of the garden and present some close-ups.


This public garden is located right in the city of Kuching, just adjacent to the Astana (Palace).From the city centre, we can see the Palace across the Sarawak River and what is quite unusual for me but which is common to those who live in this land of many rivers, is that we have to catch a boat to ferry us across that river. The price of the ride? A mere fifty cents! Here's our boatman!  




There's the Palace.




We have to walk past the Palace gates to get to the Orchid Garden.





Here it is, The Orchid Garden!




From inside the garden, we can see another landmark of Kuching, the State Legislative building.

vigour  resonates

vibrant and strong in your youth

song of orchids trill

(Haiku Heights - prompt : vibrant)

the perfume of you

drifts in my sublimal dreams

rare, mystic orchid

(For Sensational Haiku Wednesday - prompt: rare)

For Tootsie

 rain falls

on tired orchids 

petals curl up in storm

unbeaten they unfold again

sun shines

Cinquain for Poery Picnic

and

Thursday Poets Rally

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