Where is home? My view has changed from skyscrapers in Hong Kong, through the parched sands of the Arabian desert, the chaotic, intense, sensually overloaded streets of Bombay to Bangalore, the garden city of flowering trees. Beauty is everywhere.
The Western entrance of Quarry Bay Park is right outside my flat. These Strelitzias, however are in a flower bed just before you go through the gates. I am very tempted. A Once through the gates, a riot of colour awaits... Petunias always take me back to my first ever garden in Pretoria. I planted them amongst my roses, under the Jacaranda trees. I simply adore the way the Bleeding Heart changes from white to purple as it bleeds... I saw the Bleeding Heart Vine for the first time in Grandma Huang's garden in Taiwan. I lived in her log-cabin style cottage, surrounded by mostly white, fragrant flowers and shrubs. From lilies to jasmine, lady of the night to roses. Indian Almond trees lined the drive-way, And rice paddies stretched behind the back verandah, right around the house to the front. I often watched the sunset over the rice paddies from my classroom door. Grandma Huang only spoke Taiwanese. I could only speak a little Mandarin. But we both spoke
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What an amazing variety. Makes me dream of summer at the start of our winter.
Ian