Thursday, February 5, 2015

Amrita, gloriously white

With the first footsteps of spring, the glorious white rose has again started blooming. Never imagined however, that it would be so difficult to capture it on camera, never imagined its subtle changes in mood and I am actually reduced to silent admiration 

Most roses are sadly bereft of scent. This one however, has an indescribably heady fragrance and that is what makes it truly special

Elsewhere, some honeybees have started visiting, busily lapping up the pollen ..

The colors and wonders of Nature are truly astonishing and traditionally, Indian weavers and craftsmen have also drawn profusely from Nature in their motifs and designs. If you have noticed, the translucent orange glow in the white rose seems almost heavenly although its purpose appears to be nothing more mundane than attracting pollinating agents. 

I wish it could actually talk back to me, tell me its secrets, listen to me for I am completely, madly, head over heels in love with the gloriously white, Amrita!

The Roses

A rose by itself is every rose.
And this one is irreplaceable,
perfect, one sufficient word
in the context of all things.




  1. Gloriously beautiful blooms......wonderful post and I am impressed with Rilke's gravestone........sleeping "beneath the many eyelids of your petals". Wow.

  2. I love the translucent orange glow of the Amrita—you captured it perfectly in your photograph!
    The first footsteps of spring. Marvelous!

    1. Thank you very much, Rita. Spring is a fleeting moment, but what a moment!