………..and her husband S!
………..and her husband S!
Recall these pictures of the lovely shrubs inmy backyard from last fall?
These lovely shrubs were part of my 2012 addition to the backyard. They survived the transplant, the hot summer and started adding great beauty to my backyard. I remember sitting on my newly-laid stone patio and admiring the lovely tapestry of colours in my yard.
And this week: the snow had melted away and the withering chilliness almost gone completly. I walked through my yard and these were what laid before me….
#*%$ $#@ %^$# %^^$##@ &^^*^%$* Yup, that’s me stubbing my feet at the stones and solar lights: the two things that seemed to have survived the attack. Goodness gracious sweet loving dazzling piece of work, isn’t he?
I hereby annoint that Wascally Wabbit:’TERMY-WALLY short for TERMINATOR- EXTRAORDINAIRE. ANDDDDDDDDDDDD declaring war on TERMY-WALLY from this day, before he turns my backyard into a bunny-yard or even worse a poop-yard for I see more droppings than anything green and thriving there.
That’s it I am SO DONE with him. I’ve reached the end of whatever rope thrown at me and one of the following HAS to happen…
Either I drive him out of my yard or I teach him to…
………….but only after I skin and bleach him! Billions of Blistering Barnacles!!!
……Yesterday evening I got into my bus (for the last part of my daily loop) home bound and saw one of my bus mates- ZA who is an immigrant from Russia, sitting on the very first seat with a mile wide smile and a handful of lovely flowers; yellow roses, green hydrangeas, pink Tiger lillies, irises and many more…
She works as an Exec-Asst for an (Russian oil company) office at downtown Toronto and her boss the President is a Russian-Canadian. Even though he is on a holiday at New Zealand, he had ordered some flowers for her for ‘Women’s Day’. I ‘ooh-aah’ed the flowers and told her that it was very thoughtful and a lovely gesture from her boss. She immediately said that in Russia, Women’s Day -March 8th was and still is a big deal. They all have a day off and men go crazy buying their women lots of flowers, jewelleries and gifts.
My eyes must have opened up like a saucer for she started quickly recounting her past experiences from back home. Oh boy, she wasn’t kidding. Check here
Russia is celebrating International Women’s Day.
……………………..May 8th has been a day-off in Russia for many years now.
This Friday, Muscovites and the guests of the city can visit city museums for free, while women will be presented flowers at rest and recreation parks. The current ISS crew has traditionally offered congratulations to Russian women
Men in Moscow will spend an estimated 15-18 billion rubles on March 8 gifts for women, according to a survey conducted by the MAR Consult marketing firm.
The maximum average a man aged between 36 and 45 is prepared to spend on March 8 gifts for his near and dear is about 6,000 rubles.
Normally, one-tenth of that sum is spent on sweets and other confectionary goods.
Confectionary producers and flower sellers stand to gain the most from the March 8 International Women’s Day.
Their profits normally go up 42-44%.
Voice of Russia, Vesti.ru, TASS
…..Anyone considering Moscow to live or visit? I think I would like to visit Moscow. Any man who treats his women right and any country that embraces and encourages it ranks high in my opinion. What say you?
Spent the last fortnight with a bit of travel and spending time with relatives and friends. Tiruchy (in the middle of Tamil Nadu, India) visits are always a rush affair with a tight morning to evening schedule and rushing off from the town in the night. Visit to the temples gives us a satisfaction that cannot be explained. Have always wondered why this happens. Have had some elders (read pious old ladies) explain it as the serenity that you find in the places of worship. Have wondered how true can this be, with people all over the place and all the ambient noise what with bells ringing, people chatting and the priests hurrying through the poojas. And yet came back after every trip feeling a little more happier, a little more comfortable and a little more satisfied. This trip was different for more than one reason. The day was special. 27th wedding anniversary – thanks JK for sticking it out with me. With no annual target riding on the head was able to observe and enjoy every bit of it. The usual crowds of the week-end were not there (it was a Tuesday). Even the priests seemed to do the poojas at a much more relaxed pace. The time spent in the temples was not any different but felt that we got more time from God. Funny when you think that God always has all the time that you want from him. It is we who do not have the time for him! (MCT: I really enjoyed your musings on prayer in your post titled ‘Presents’).
Spent some time at Bangalore meeting people almost after 2 decades. The warmth that they showed and the fact that you are remembered is one of the greatest feelings. G & K made it easier by making us feel at home at their place. And then back to home base Delhi after 4 weeks. Home never felt sweeter.
Looking back at the four weeks, the time spent with parents and with friends and family I realise what is “stopping to smell the flowers” is all about. Over the last three decades of work life it was always about spending “quality time”. Quality time as I was taught was about making every minute that you spend together worth the while. I now believe that quality time has to be defined as spending time doing things that you want to do and not just doing things that you want to do when you get the time. “Stopping to smell the flowers” was something that I always thought was a waste of time not adding the kind of value that I wanted out of life. How wrong have I been? To be able to take time out and spend it usefully doing things that you want to do gives you energy. And I realised these four weeks that it not only gives you energy but also energises the people around you when you do it whole heartedly rather than as a chore. Do what you want to do and when you want to do it. Enjoy life when it is still blooming.
TDPP note: lightly edited for emphasis
I should have known when the 2 romantic wascally wabbits were parading in my backyard……this young wobbly wabbit was not far behind.
Also, too: One of my earliest memories of growing plants/flowers at home were the red, papery bougainvilleas in our Tirupur residence. So, when I saw some bougainvillea plant during my bargain hunt this year, I of course HAD to buy me some. I planted them both in containers as I wasn’t sure how they will handle the cold weather (I intend bringing the containers to my basement for the winter). One has started blooming while the other is how shall I put…ummm still thinking about it……
PS: The 2 other plants in the same container are called ‘Cleome’, also a new addition this year….