As Hanuman’s cousins and uncles do what sounds like springboard practice on the roof, and all I’ve captured of them today is a stray tail, I thought I’d share another piece of joy. It actually being dry this morning, I took The Girls’ sleeping things out to the balcony at about 6.30. Turning to go and make myself a cup of tea, my brain registered something different in the lily pot. A bud, on the Manel!
Not only a bud, but also a lone droplet of dew, sliding off the tip of a leaf.
After breakfast, a change in the light had me scurrying out with my camera, but it wasn’t the inky cloud I noticed – the bud was now a flower, out before the sunshine had even arrived.
Not to be outdone, Maggie insinuated herself into the picture
Here it is, in all its glory – Sri Lanka’s national flower, the Manel.
It is a small waterlily, with violet-blue flowers standing slightly proud of the water. Since the introduction of a larger, more flamboyant foreign variety, the Manel is becoming a little shy in the wild, so I’m very excited to have it growing here in my garden. Jayantha and I discovered it in a dilapidated regifoam box behind an overgrown clump of bamboo. We transferred our scraggy find, in its cladding of putrid mud, into the pot on my bedroom balcony, where it seems to have made itself right at home.
I’m particularly chuffed by this final shot. It’s the first decent picture I’ve managed with my little point and shoot.