I Spoke to the Wild Flowers.
Many of us take life without taste and imagination.
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Can flowers talk? Is unspoilt nature a place of miracle? Are weed flowers useless to the human sense and sensibility? Are roadside flowers beautiful? Are wild flowers pretty? Are meadow flower therapeutic? Not many people ask these questions.
I did.
And so the flowers spoke to me.
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The Secret World of the Mysterious Garden of Nature
Very few people take solitary walks into a lonely jungle path, or a garden full of weeds or simply along an old deserted old road. Due to this reason, only a handful realise that the whole world belongs to the Garden of Nature!
And for you readers:
1. Do you agree that wild flowers can enrich our sight, mind and soul?
2. Do you feel the life energy of the tiny creepers, shrubs, berries and flowers that exist in the wild?
3. Do you take a moment of your life to admire the humble weeds, plants and flowers growing along the
paths that you walk daily?
If you answered 'yes' to any one of the questions above, then you too can speak to the flowers in the Garden of Nature!
Bees, butterflies, insects and wasps love the bright, wild and sunny Cosmos Sulphureus aka Butterfly Flowers.
Tiny mimosa plant (Mimosa Pudica)
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Minute weed flowers in the grass
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Commercially cultivated flowers are over-fed with pesticides, herbicides and fertilisers.
Cultivated flowers are dead in the sense they lose their originality and purity. Cultivated flowers are polluted. There is no grace and wholesomeness in cultivated flowers. These flowers are over-commercialised and over-fertilised.
To conclude poetically, there is much difference in quality between a robust highland lass and a hyper-modern, painted girl on stilettos. In my opinion, the weed flowers are the real children of nature. Their strength, endurance, beauty and natural charm surpasses even the most beautiful commercially grown flower!
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A flower planted for commercialisation purposes may even end up as a wreaths, whereas the wild flowers live a full life filled with freedom and exclusive joy. Despite their vibrant colours, commercially cultivated flowers are pesticide-laden and are ambassadors of diseases!
Commercially Grown Flowers for Sale
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Contrarily, wild flowers dance with the butterflies, bees and dragonflies in the gentle breeze under the sun, stay strong during the heavy thunderstorms and laugh together with the lightnings. Like lightnings, wild flowers are phenomenal, exclusive and a powerful companion to nature.
The butterflies and bees laugh and smile because of the wild flowers. Without the wild Garden of Nature the butterflies and bees will have no true lovers.
For the wild flowers life is a joyful journey. The morning sun is their best friend. The wild flowers talk the language of the moon well into the wee hours of the morning while the commercialised flowers sit in farms and are forced to grow in the artificial electric lights.
A waxy bunch of flowers from a jungle shrub
A mountain plant flower, rare to the eyes of the city dwellers
A cluster of wild flowers I saw in the United States.
Commercially grown flowers lead a protected and guarded life, tended day and night, only to be slaughtered for mere money! Insects and bees are afraid of the commercially planted flowers. For these flowers, true love is never at hand. What a shame! Their beauty is auctioned!
For these auctioned plants and flowers, their breakfast, lunch and dinner are fertilisers, pesticides and herbicides. Lucky wild flowers!
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The wild flowers do not cry for the luxury of a farm and electric lights to grow and bloom and make the bees happy! A weed flower does not wait to be watered and fed. It is free and wild. It grows as and where it likes. It feeds on nectar of the golden sunlight and drinks from the dewdrops and raindrops of Mother Nature. A weed does not complain when there is no rain. For the wild flowers, life is as it is. Momentous! Adventurous! Challenging! Whoever who said that the wild flowers are orphaned without owners are miserable people, fit only as fodders for the cows and sheep.
And One Day I walked alone Along a Lonely Path...
One day I walked alone along a lonely path leading out to the jungle.
I walked and walked until I reached a stretch of lalang weeds fluttering in the lazy evening sun. And I watched the feathery white flowers flurrying and dancing together with the gentle breeze.
Wonderful Lalang: Weeds of Inspiration and Serenity
And then all of a sudden, I saw this bright flower, growing in a shrub by the side of the path just outside the lalang stretch.
Exotic Red Flower: Feast for the heart and soul
I took a closer look, and I saw this: a glowing, waxy beauty belonging to the wild Garden of Nature.
And below the shrub, on the moist ground, I saw two tiny flowers, so tiny that I had to stoop and take a picture and enlarge the picture to see the delicate beauties. They grew their like a pair shy twins guarded by the twigs, dry weeds and leaves.
And then I saw two tiny white flowers amidst the strong-green leaves
Exotic flower in a green setting
The evening was beautiful and I decided to continue my solitary walk, further into the Garden of Nature. The timing was right. The evening sun has not set yet and I still had plenty of sunshine to continue the journey.
And it was during this walk I realised that I can speak to the flowers.
There were so many flowers to see and appreciate along my journey! I never knew the Garden of Nature had so much abundance. Many flowers grew unnoticed on the ground along my way. Some of them were so tiny that I had to enlarge their image so that I could communicate with their small but strong souls!
'The world is too busy nowadays to go for walks like this,' I said aloud to no one in particular. In fact, the place was void of humans. Even the farmers were around. I had the place all to myself.
'No my dear,' said a voice from below, close to my feet. I looked at the ground curiously.
'The Garden of Nature always welcomes you.' A tiny flower was speaking to me!
'Nature is always there for you. We are sisters and brothers. Inseparable!' the tiny thing spoke.
I got excited. I smiled and snapped a picture of the small flower for you to see...
This is the tiny flower first spoke to me
In my state of happiness, I realised that I must take care of my steps when I am walking. For everywhere God has created living things! Suddenly I saw life teeming everywhere on the soft ground. Tiny flowers of all sorts were growing in every place I stepped!
As a show of respect to my flower friends, I took off my shoes and treaded ever so lightly on the weedy ground. My heart and soul was full of laughter and glee. I rejoiced at such a wonderful friendship with nature and with the inhabitants of the Garden of Nature.
One flower group, probably originating from the daisy family, reminded me the joy of community living. A small colony of the flowers grew along side with some wild ferns and some other plants which I do not know the names. But there was so much harmony and joy. Communal sharing and living!
Common Wild Flowers (Bidens Pilosa L.) are good Pollinators and Food for the Wildlife. Also good friend to the Bees and Butterflies
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Further along my walk, a brownish dark seed was sprouting massively! It was indeed a joy to look at the seed. The seed of Nature. No one planted it. No one is watering it. And yet, just look at the power, virility and beauty of the wild....
A Seed Sprouting in the Wild
All you need to do is pay attention to the ground you tread on. Gaze at the sky but also look down at the soil. It is full of life. No human has the right to put pesticides on these growing life. No one has the right to kill nature!
Now Coming back to the Friend who Spoke to me...
As I walked I experienced more and more of the magic of the wild Garden of Nature.
'The Garden is not dumb. It is full of emotions and sentiments as well,' I heard a shrill voice. I searched on the ground and found another little flower speaking to me.
Note to my Readers:
I am not out of my mind friends. You too can speak to the wild weeds and flowers if only you believe in the Garden of Nature! I understood the language of the tiny flowers and am sharing these lovely moments with you because I was daring enough to listen to the Voice of the Nature. You will never be the same after viewing these tiny darlings of Nature! And to continue with my journey.....
Dialogue with the Weed Flowers
'Oh, you look like an insect of some sort!' I cried excited to see another flower trying to make friends with me.
'Well, we all have our failures when it comes to the affairs of the heart!' the flower added.
'You were in love?' I asked astonished.
'Not me! It is the soul of an insect which fell in love with a rose in the flower farm beyond the mountains. The insect came to me, heavily poisoned by the pesticides on the rose in which he sucked his last honey. Poor thing, he died on my petals,' the flower said.
'Oh,' I said, suddenly emotional, remembering a friend, whose boyfriend died in her arms.
'So I am bearing the weight of his poor soul. That is all! Many of my siblings also bear the poor souls of other tragic insects, bees and even wasps which were attracted to the nectar of the commercial farm flowers!' the flower continued explaining.
Look at all the young bugs....
*For those who do not believe in the Garden of Nature: Upon close up, a weed flower looks as if a bug is on it.
(Asystasia Gangetica)
This one looks like a fragile butterfly's soul. What do you guys think?
Another tiny weed flower I saw on my way.
More baby bug souls
For non-believers: Just enjoy looking at the close ups and watch the weird shapes in the flowers. To me, the orange parts of the flowers look like baby bugs!
This flower, upon close-up, seems to have a collection of honey pots in it!
Close-up view
A bunch ball of white weed flowers
Lovely garden weed flower, usually grows in unpolluted soils
White flowers in a shrub
Another bug flower
I met another flower which carried a dead bat's soul. Poor Bats! I wonder what killed the bat...
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At the end of my walk I took a bunch of weed flowers for my lovely family.
Weed Flower Decoration and Apples on my Table
Well, the apples are imported and I guess there must be some form of chemicals on it... BUT I promise not to eat the skin! It is safer that way.
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Or was I imagining about all those weed flowers? Maybe I was. Maybe not.
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On second thoughts, I actually enjoyed talking to the flowers. It made my solitary walk into the Garden of Nature very meaningful. After all, as I said earlier many of us 'take life without taste and imagination.'
For the rest of you out there, think of the roses and the weed flowers when you go out for your evening walks. Think also of getting a bunch of weed flowers for that special person in mind! Or even a bunch of lalang weed for a change!
Now I am going to have my milk tea. The tea is grown is an organic setting or so they say. And the cows... they provide me with organic milk. Good Lord! Here I go again.... Imagining!
💖 Note for the Special Girls out there:
Demand for an organic rose for next year's Valentine Day! Or better still ... a bunch of wild flowers. 💖
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Cheerio!
V.S Kahlah
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