Beating Monday Blues with Frost’s ‘Fragmentary Blue’

Why make so much fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue? Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)- Though some savants make earth  include the sky; And blue so far above us comes so high,Continue reading “Beating Monday Blues with Frost’s ‘Fragmentary Blue’”

“His bill an auger is…”

” His Bill an auger is His Head, a Cap and Frill He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal ” ~Emily Dickinson You name a bird, Emily would have sung about it! Emily’s magic brings the woodpecker and places the bird right before your eyes! The black rumped flameback woodpecker is theContinue reading ““His bill an auger is…””

Fairies’ sweepers, so says the poet!

“Peacocks sweep the fairies’ rooms; They use their folded tails for brooms; But fairy dust is brighter far Than any mortal colours are; And all about their tails it clings In strange designs of rounds and rings; And that’s why they strut about And proudly spread their feathers out“ ~Rose Fyleman Isn’t that a lovelyContinue reading “Fairies’ sweepers, so says the poet!”

Let’s take a gander at these gannets!

A forty minute long pleasant drive from Albany, through scenic farmlands and small vineyards on both sides, takes you to Muriwai beach with its black sand dunes, wind sculpted tall trees, flat rocks and cliffs lined with flax plants. Muriwai beach is one of the few places in the world where gannets nest on theContinue reading “Let’s take a gander at these gannets!”

Those Halcyon Days will be back soon!

“A fellow in the skies Of independent hues, A little weather-worn, Inspiriting habiliments Of indigo and brown. ……. With gay delays he goes To some superior tree Without a single leaf, And shouts for joy to nobody But his seraphic self!” Emily Dickinson   Emily’s lines are about the Blue Bird, yet perfectly match withContinue reading “Those Halcyon Days will be back soon!”

Hello Petite February…

Hello Petite February! Please be Kind. Tread softly, smile bright and bring us blue skies, vibrant sunrises and crimson sunsets.   “Why what’s the matter, That you have such a February face, so full o frost, of storm and cloudiness?” ~ Much Ado About Nothing We don’t want to see you as  Shakespeare thinks ofContinue reading “Hello Petite February…”

To hear an oriole singing…

The black–hooded oriole (Oriolus xanthornus) or manjakkili as we call it in Malayalam is considered a harbinger of Onam, the harvest festival of Kerala. Generally a few of them  are spotted  in the months of July to September. Since the bird appears close to the festival, it is called Onakkili as well.  With their  strikingContinue reading “To hear an oriole singing…”

An attempt at pastiche… on Hartfield, Mr Woodhouse and Emma

“Indulge your imagination in every possible flight.”~ Jane Austen ‘Give a loose to your fancy…’ says Ms. Austen, and I did. With apologies to the immortal Jane Austen whose 241st birthday was celebrated yesterday, here’s an (distorted) adaptation, a pastiche of Chapter Three of Emma, the characters being replaced by my feathered friends. The greenContinue reading “An attempt at pastiche… on Hartfield, Mr Woodhouse and Emma”

The Echoing Green!

”Such, such are the joys… on the echoing green” Tranquility personified!  Green bee-eaters basking in the evening sun, a milk white egret in the backdrop     Echoing Silence and Green Anakkara was brimming and echoing with green this November! There seems to have a drastic change in the usual pattern and terrain of ourContinue reading “The Echoing Green!”