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An Abundance of Flowers !

 An Abundance of Flowers

It’s  one of the writing prompts for April.

Spring arrives , bringing with it an abundance of flowers.

It’s  finally here in the Northern Hemisphere, and that means a world bursting into bloom.

I grew up in a tropical country where there was no distinct fall, and therefore, no spring. 

Everything stayed green throughout the year. 

But now, living far above the tropics, I experience the beauty of seasonal change. 

With fall comes the shedding of leaves, and spring brings a wave of colors.

The first to bloom around here are the daffodils

I had planted a few bulbs a few years ago  and happy to say that they have multiplied .


          


Before moving to the U.S., I had never seen a daffodil. There’s something about them that I can’t quite put into words, but their sight always fills me with hope and happiness. 
Some years, we’ve had snow on the ground, and yet, these bright yellow flowers push through, their delicate heads peeking out from the frost, a true symbol of resilience.

                                                                                                   


Next come the magnolias. There’s a breathtaking saucer magnolia in my neighbor’s yard, visible through my window. I can’t even begin to describe the joy it brings me each year when it bursts into bloom. Taking a photo with a fully bloomed magnolia as my backdrop has become a cherished tradition.




Then come my absolute favorite—cherry blossoms. I am crazy about them. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve visited the cherry blossoms in D.C. over the years. My love for them is so well-known that friends and family now associate me with cherry blossoms, sending me pictures and videos whenever they see them. 





Tulips follow soon after, each shade and color more stunning than the last. Visiting the Netherlands during spring is on my bucket list. Someday…



Now, it’s time for the redbuds. Despite what their name suggests, these stunning trees don’t have red buds; instead, they bloom with delicate pinkish-purple flowers that appear in clusters. Did you know that redbud flowers are edible? You can eat them raw, add them to salads, use them as a garnish, or even incorporate them into baked goods and smoothies. I have four redbud trees in my yard—imagine my happiness!


Alongside them, peach and pear blossoms, dogwoods, Forsythia, and countless other flowers burst into bloom, some whose names I am not even familiar with. And then there are the camellias—I have a red one of my own, but I’ve also seen them in soft pinks and pure whites.

Soon, azaleas and rhododendrons will follow.






I love spring. It brings hope. It adds color to my life, each bloom a reminder of nature’s resilience.

 I have always loved flowers, not just for their beauty but for the emotions they stir within me. 

They invite me to pause, to breathe, to slow down.

Believe it or not, I thank the pandemic for this awakening. During lockdown, I started walking around our neighborhood and truly appreciating these beautiful beings. They brought me happiness, peace, and solace when there was none to be had.

Perhaps that’s why I find myself drawn to flowers, whether through my camera lens or simply in quiet admiration. They remind me to pause, to breathe , to enjoy the moment.


I have continued my walks through our neighborhoods, especially during spring and fall, for the same reasons.

An abundance of flowers is more than just a season—it’s a feeling, a lesson, and a gift.

What about you ? Do you have different seasons where you are? What kind of flowers grow where you are?

Let me know in comments. 

 

 

Comments

Anonymous said…
Very nicely and enthusiastically written- truthfully as well.
Vrunda Bapat said…
Beautiful captures and wonderful writing ❤️
Vrunda Bapat said…
Yes thankful for the is nature's abundance everywhere blooming and springing - just pure joy nature gives with no expectations-is my lesson in spring 🙏🏼
Anonymous said…
Beautiful photos and beautiful lesson
Anonymous said…
Loved this post :)) To be honest, I didn’t know the names of most of the flowers here, and I realized I didn’t appreciated them enough to learn. But thank you for showing me their beauty. My next walk, I plan to take extra minutes to learn the names of the flowers around me:)
Anonymous said…
Oh wow ! Beautiful flowers , Inspiring, I need to start putting in my bulbs too forthis season
I am happy to hear that.

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