(Preamble: This plant has grown up with my carrot plants on the fringes of the planter. I cannot explain why – despite it so evidently not being a carrot – I did not weed it out, but fed and cared for it just like any other plant. And now that the barely two inches tall … Continue reading Weedout Doubt
Which Bee would it be, it so bee-wildered me,was it a bare Carpenter, or a hairy Bumblebee? The darting and diving, bee-trayed the family,up close I saw bee-tter, bee-spoke the anatomy. Bee-lated I remem-bee-red, 48 species of thee,only in Himalayas, Bumblebees buzzed with glee. Bee-tween 16 black species, markings I had to see,bee-hold it defined, … Continue reading Bee-mused!
The figures waving at us from way up in the lush hills before us appeared only a few millimetres tall and that was my first moment of realisation that we had somewhat (?) fallen behind the rest of the ten, 15-to-50s friends headed due north-northwest trekking along the Duke’s Nose trail from Kurvande village, Maval. … Continue reading A Whiff of the Wild Western Ghats
Flowers. A fragile, fragrant, flamboyant, fetching, fascinating fragment of Mother Nature’s design to facilitate perpetuation of life. We all have our favourites – buttercups, carnations, chrysanthemums, daffodils, dahlias, daisies, lilies, orchids, peonies, petunias, roses and tulips – which are a welcome, though ephemeral digression from ordinary subsistence of the colourless commonplace. But human avarice is … Continue reading Transient
Imitating wasps but a sting we have not, bright bands warn without being caught. Given a fly’s head and large eyes to spy, unlike a wasps’ four, two wings to fly. Hovering around flowers, nectar we seek, much like bees pollinating, yet so meek. Our larvae feed on aphids, save your crop, in being beneficial … Continue reading Have you met Hoverflies?
The evening that followed the afternoon blaze was surprisingly balmy; the spot of gentle breeze flowing in from the grasslands of Aarey perhaps being one reason, and the whiff of strong fragrance of the Copperpod flowers only accentuated the feeling of benign calm. But in that late hour just before dusk the usual gang of … Continue reading Of Bitter Sweet Lessons
Wiping my sweaty brow with the back of one hand, I plonked myself down on a huge, red, dusty, chunk of laterite stone sticking out of the ground. The sun was almost up and soon it would be showtime. A few yards in front of me the lead actors had already taken to stage that … Continue reading Pree Pree Trill Trillup!
Midsummer blooms on hills and vales down ridges and ravines, a splash of boundless colours now overwhelms the greens, lemon, blonde, butter, honey, canary or cream, scarlet, lilac, plum, lavender, any shade you dream. The fragrant bouquet lays a feast with nectar laden sweet, bees and wasps, flies and ants, all gather for the treat, … Continue reading The Midsummer Bloom