Summers at home

Summer vacations at home..relaxing,unwinding and indulging. Summers are full of picture perfect images from the fallen mangoes,to the banana leaves to the huge colocasia leaves, to the amazing home cooked food,to the beach moments(the beach is a ten minute drive from our house)Hope this is a Summer album in the making.

a pile of books read ,taken it along with me to reread them..

the beautiful colocasia leaves,i am in love with them...truly and sincerely...yeah i am reading a poem sitting here..this makes me a true romantic

the lazy evenings at home

loved the red ones,red upside downs

freshly picked .from the kitchen gardens at home

 image:lakshmi arvind

One afternoon

One afternoon,in the month of may.
whats blooming across the bedroom window?
they bloomed,and they are blooming all over like crazy
falling down the streets,washed with a golden yellow
flying all over and floating in the thali ...

As i sit miles away in my home down south..i miss them

i wait for the june showers ,to bring down the flowers along with it

still i hear a rumble in the sky and then this time I shall read aloud the" Flower School" for my daughter.

life is all about nostalgia isnt it..?

images and ideas Lakshmi Arvind
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Summer afternoons

A languid atmosphere and a lazy breeze and a dreamy afternoon

some green mangoes plucked from our mango tree

books to pour over

Thinking of summer afternoons and some poems ....

A dreamy day; and tranquilly I lie

At anchor from all storms of mental strain;

With absent vision, gazing at the sky,

"Like one that hears it rain."

Off through the haze that dances in the shine

The warm sun showers in the open glade,

The forest lies, a silhouette design

Dimmed through and through with shade.

The twitter, sometimes, of a wayward bird

That checks the song abruptly at the sound,

And mildly, chiding echoes that have stirred,

Sink into silence, all the more profound.

And drowsily I hear the plaintive strain

Of some poor dove . . . Why, I can scarcely keep

My heavy eyelids--there it is again--

"Coo-coo!"--I mustn't--"Coo-coo!"--fall asleep!

James Whitcomb Riley

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