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garden at the bungalow, Mokokchung |
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24 September. Mokokchung. |
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Last night there was a great storm and downpour, but this morning the sky is a clear pale blue and the hills a deep indigo. As we walked in the garden before breakfast we suddenly saw the snows above a scarf of mist. They were standing tiny, clear and jagged along the far skyline. As the sun rose they turned an apricot pink - frail and ghostly in the morning air. |
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As the end of the rains approaches, the garden is entering a new phase. Two great clumps of mauve orchids have blossomed on a tall oak. The graceful sprays of delicate blooms look strangely out of place on these gnarled branches. To my townish eye their proper place is on a velvet mount in a Bond Street florist's. |
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The fernery which was in a green stupor also suddenly sprang to life with a mass of Morning Glory. The brilliant blue trumpets are draped all over its canopy. As the day advances, the flowers turn purple and by the evening they are a bright magenta pink. They remind me of the salmon pink hibiscus we had in Dumka which gradually turns bright red as the day passes. |
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Besides the fernery is a tall chestnut tree and as we turned from the snows, red and yellow minivets were fluttering in its branches like autumn leaves tossing in a breeze. (90) |
