Flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary humanity. ~John Ruskin
I am resident of Bangalore since 2006, every year there used to be agog news about “Flowers show” which is bi-annually conducted in Lalbagh(Botanical Garden).This is year due to long week end I was pretty free to visit this show, Though I was bit tired due to journey the day just before this plan I just did this as I am strongly prepared my self to go there. At last we visited this show, with Chandu and Teja accompanying me. It was really awesome show with thousands of flowers collected together to beautify our minds. Though it was started on 18th Jan there was huge crowd in Lalbagh. I think its all festive mood which we can see on republic day celbration in Lalbagh with this flowers show.
I don’t think – there will be people who don’t like flowers in this world.
Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into. ~Henry Beecher, Life Thoughts, 1858
Lalbagh-Bangalore is the old botanical garden in an area around 240 acres. It has many variety species of plants and trees including rose garden, ponds and different fountains to intoxicate the minds of the visitors. There is a glass house in this garden and this is the place where generally Flower show would happen every year. And it was well used to decorate and exhibit around 350 varieties of flowers.
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow. ~Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin
And there were around 100 stalls to display the rare spices of plants, to sell gardening gadgets like manures, pots, books on plants, herbal products, saplings and also seeds.
The world is a rose; smell it and pass it to your friends.- Persian Proverb
“I enjoyed the show here, I like India and all places here” said an European when my friend and me asked in this exhibition. As whole I like this show and all Bangalorians must see this at least ones.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
~William Wordsworth, “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud,” 1804
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