Sunday Trees

No matter where I go, which city I am visiting or living in, the first thing I seek out are trees. More than the buildings and other urban spaces, trees define the place for me. With rapid expansion of cities, green belts are replaced by highways or flyovers. There are trees still in these spaces if you seek out the streets or look beyond vacant lots where garbage seems to be piling up.

When I moved to a large metropolis, the first thing I noticed on stepping out of the railway station was a huge tree, tucked beneath a flyover. On construction sites, there are trees covered with mud and cement but there nevertheless. I seek out the trees next to canals of water. Parks of course nurture them but the real finds are sometimes the most joyous. You can find tiny flowers strewing the sidewalk in an otherwise concrete area of the town if you go early enough before the streets are swept.

Trees which have been around for a long time are such a comfort. They have seen many seasons and people and are witness to the cycles of nature and life.

I found this tree tucked away in a dingy lane, away from the crowded area which is swarmed by crowds in the day. Maybe a few of those people find respite from the mid day heat in its shade.

This post is inspired by Becca Given’s Sunday Trees where she shares the pictures of trees from all over the world.

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Sunday Trees #326

I took this picture on a rainy day, having gone out to capture the tiny flowers near the sidewalk. The delicate petals drooped with the weight of the water droplets but I looked up to see this fruit hanging down from the tree, ready to be plucked, as the others had been, before this.

Looking at the verdant green makes me long for the rains again, the steady beat of the drops on the tin roofs of the balconies and leaves and buds sprouting everywhere.

Winter is mild here, a touch and go affair. It is getting warmer and the dried foliage around, however, means that I can see more of the lake from my windows and admire the sun shimmering bright on the water.

Big mercies.

I am inspired to post this picture for Becca’s Sunday Trees.

Six years of appreciating trees

Every other Sunday, I post a tree picture for Becca’s Sunday Trees, which is a weekly challenge hosted on her blog, ‘On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea‘.

I have loved trees all my life, always noticing them, in the unlikeliest of places and times. Through looking at Becca’s trees every week and the numerous other entries there, I feel encouraged to share my own pictures.

This week, Becca completes 6 years of posting trees on her blog. That’s an amazing long time to keep up with your passion.

Wishing her many more years of appreciating trees.

Amaltas- Sunday Trees- 291

Amaltas blooms aplenty in my hometown in the month of May. I discovered it only last year, for I would avoid visiting in the hot months. At that time of the year, living in the hills was more comfortable. 

May is hot and torpid and the warm winds sweep the landscape carrying dust. In midst of this miserable onset to an even more severe summer, comes relief in the form of resplendent flowers that cover the trees. 

Amaltas or the Indian Laburnum, has golden yellow flowers and a tree in full bloom can look like a golden shower. 

Last year, I delighted in the blooms. There were rows upon rows of these lovely trees.

This year, I was away from my hometown at the time the trees were in beauty. I longed to see them and when I finally got back home, there just a few of these. In days, the flowers would fade and the trees would soon be only green instead of yellow. 

I was grateful to be able to witness them at all. 

This post is part of Becca Given’s Sunday Trees.