As terrible as it sounds, I am pleased that – starting tomorrow – I can have the only thing I miss in Ramadan: a good coffee in the morning. I haven’t had time to take a photograph for Eid. I do hope that you like this close up of a Habiscus flower. The shot was taken in April this year at my mother’s garden.
Eid Mubarak to you and your loved ones. I hope all your prayers are answered.
تقبل الله طاعتكم و عيدكم مبارك
Staying in the frame of gardening, this collection was captured on Friday afternoon. The weather was beautiful and my mother’s garden: gorgeous.
It’s not a surprise that I love plants. My late grandfather (father’s side) was perhaps my first influence. I don’t remember him much as I was very young when he passed away, but I spent all of my early childhood playing in his gardens. This was in Rawdha, which incidentally means ‘Garden’ in Arabic, and my memories are of trees… Many tall trees. There was no lawn, not many flowers – but a wall of trees surrounding the house inside the main walls and out. The sound of leaves on windy days still takes me there!
This was my forth attempt in the last five or so weeks to get these shots. Every time I managed to run down to get my camera, I scared this little bird away. This is the balcony adjacent to our living room. I filled the pots with tiny shoots of Habiscus and they have been growing steadily since last year.
With all the dust in the air and the horrible weather, I’m posting this photograph taken in our garden in May. I can’t wait for clear/clean air!
I filled the inside corner of the garden with this “Flower of Beauty” and it’s in a hurry to flower and show-off.
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