The Garden

The ladies in green all in a row, smiling radiantly, greet each morning. Some holding their exotic bounty, others shyly revealing the bouquet to come .

Colours most vibrant they are, bursting forth with exuberance, the reds and pinks the dominant ones. In their midst one holds out, the beautiful dancing dolls

Dressed in blazing yellow skirts, with matching tops and hats, their arms outstretched, on their toes they stand, ready to pirouette, to the rhythm of the misting drops.

The lovely, graceful phalaenopsis, hold large moth sized blooms, some pale with double colours, others bright and royal purple. Laughing and swaying they are, a sight most pleasing to the eye .

The ladies they call the cattleyas, looked on with great pride. Carefully holding their babies close, lest they fall and break their necks. The colours white stained with pink, red ,gold and orange, the cynosure of all eyes.

The tall hibiscus not to be outdone, shone bright pink on stems slender. The rose smiled haughtily, confident as the queen of the garden. The jasmine though small and white, stood tall and lent its sweet fragrance.

The fiery colours of the bougainvillea, though covered with thistle and thorn, can never be captured by paint or lens. The frangipani added its brilliant red, to this garden on my terrace. My little haven filled with peace, where nature’s beauty converges, where life abounds and yet serene, is my retreat, my sanctuary.

Gazing around I wonder, what is this magic of the garden, that uplifts the spirit, heals the soul and fills us with a sense of well-being? Did not even Jesus in his agony, choose the solace of a garden to pray to his Heavenly Father ? The answer, perchance lies in the fact, that man was created for a garden – Eden. Perhaps we still yearn for that lost paradise and find comfort in a garden.