Rekha's Ramblings

  When I first moved to the USA from a tropical country, it was the end of April, daylight savings had already begun, and the days were long.  It would still be light outside, almost until 9 PM. It was something new to me. Every now and then my collogues would say, “oh, it’s going to be a beautiful day today.”  Back then, I didn’t understand what they meant by that phrase. I grew up in India where nearly every day was a sunny day except of course during the four months of the monsoon.  I failed to understand their excitement about a “day.” It was a day. What was the big deal? There was no Google then to ask any questions.  I had to take each day as it came. I had no idea what the weather pattern was going to be like, what to expect. The naïve me had not even ever heard of such a thing as “daylight savings.” And boy, come November, was I going to be surprised!!! By then, they had started talking about the end of daylight savings and how we were going to gain an...

As I sit here and look out my window, I see my little patch of happiness . The gladioli in my little patch of garden are blooming once again. They are my pride, my joy, and my happiness. As I admire their colorful blooms , I can't help but reflect on our journey together. There is an interesting story behind these flowers. I planted these gladioli bulbs during the pandemic, in 2020. In the beginning, it seemed as though everyone around me had discovered a new hobby. People were baking bread, gardening, knitting, painting, and learning new skills. I, however, wasn't particularly interested in any of those things. To be honest, I don't have much of a green thumb. In the past, I had planted a few things, only to watch them slowly wither away. So, this time, I wasn't expecting much. I found these bulbs on sale at a local home and garden store and decided to plant them as an experiment, almost as a challenge to myself. I planted them in mid-April and then completely forgot a...