Just a thought – Tulips greeting the spring?

These are my husband’s Tulips and they are blooming now! Does this mean Spring is here? Is it good-bye time for long, harsh winters? Are we getting the colors back on the white canvas that Minnesota is now?

Tulips shyly smiling, greet the spring
Tightly closed when at 
First we meet
Tulips slowly opening, begin to sing
Gaining volume 
Ever sweet

No longer shy, as days grow longer
Raising their heads
They begin to flirt
Tulips dressed in many a color
Breezes swirling
Each floral skirt

  • Mary Havran

Looking forward to seeing colors back on this landscape!

Messengers of Spring

After a long wintry wait, messengers of Spring flew by my home announcing – Spring is finally here!

The Lake heard them and began to melt!

A dainty flower blushed deep pink and adjusted the green frills around her.

Yellow grasses got up, shook off snow and embraced each other..

Kids got the message and took out their bikes…

A fitness enthusiast headed outdoors…

And….I brought out my brown chair to inhale the deep freshness of Spring! Yes, Spring is finally here. We’ve all got the message! 😀

(Pictures – Shivangi)

Innocent Spring

After the season of perseverance (Winter), finally arrives the season of innocence (Spring). The Earth has shook off snow and our lake is finally blue. Kids are heading outdoors after a long hibernation and it is activity all around me. Last to last week, everything was still and quiet in Minnesota. Now, I can’t believe the transformation!

A variety of colorful birds are returning and I spotted this beauty – one of the first visitor in the Lake.

Meanwhile, the rest of my family is enjoying the advent of Summer in India. It is also the season of mangoes. Trees are laden with green, ripening mangoes, filling the air with a sweet aroma. Look at one of our lovely mango trees.

In Patna, our hometown, we have almost all the varieties of mangoes in our home – Mallika, Malda, Dusheri, Gulabkhas, Sukul, Bambai, Amrapali, Biju… And every alternate year it grows in abundance. Mouth watering pickles, sour sweet jams, jellies, mango bars get prepared to last throughout the year. My mother in law makes some absolutely amazing delights.

Almost a decade ago, as a newly wed, I was enthralled to pluck ripe yellow mangoes directly from the tree and relished it. Can I help missing India at this time of the year?

I am thankful that the Spring is finally here. And I am watching it gradually prepare for the exuberance of Summer time. Hope the Innocence of Spring enables us to sparkle from within!

White Holi!

While the vibrant spring festival, Holi is being celebrated with colours all over the world, we are having a different kind of Holi here in Minnesota (USA). Nature has chosen to shower us with snow today, making it a wonderful White Holi for us!

Earth has got covered up with a sheet of white.


A lone fitness enthusiast dared to venture out!

Snow, snow everywhere!


Footprints in the snow as pedestrians hurried by….


Trees huddled together, waiting for the arrival of spring! 

BTW, have a super duper, colourful Holi! 

The Family’s Tree

As I leaned towards the ground before my final fall, her anxious face peeped through the glass. I knew I would miss her smile.

The kids were there too – noses pressed against the patio glass, anxious to see their tall friend being killed slowly. “Mumma, look they are pulling our tree!”

Yes, I was ‘their’ tree. Their only friend, after the family had migrated to this new land. Since the first day, they warmed up to me as I stood guard in front of their apartment. 

I entertained the kids by hosting squirrels, birds and insects on my barks. When spring came, I bore berries and flowers, cheering mom and dad. I adored them all.

Every morning, I waited for the lady to draw curtains. She would give me the sweetest smile before starting daily chores.

Today, she was not smiling rather frantically calling up someone in an attempt to save me – her dying companion! But it was too late now…

( Written in memory of a lovely tree that stood in front of our house when we moved to the US in 2013. It had to be cut last year due to maintenance reasons but we had spent some deeply touching moments with it. It had a beautiful soul.)

This is my entry to the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by the lovely Priceless Joy. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. This challenge is open to all who would like to participate. Please CLICK HERE for more.