My Garden Studio

Home Sweet Home

2011-02-24T15:26:00.000-08:00

'Mid pleasures and places though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble there's no place like home!
A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.

Home! Home! Sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home!
There's no place like home!

An exile from home splendor dazzles in vain;
Oh, give me my lowly thatch'd cottage again!
The birds singing gaily that came at my call;
Give me them with the peace of mind dearer than all.

- John Howard Payne, 1823

Early Spring

2011-02-24T13:58:00.000-08:00

After a long cold winter I am excited to welcome a very early spring shyly entering my garden. The soil is cold and full of weeds. There is a lot of work to do. I have big plans for March. Soon it will be time to play with the soil. And I have a list of plants I want to grow. Will go ahead and list them out so that when I come back here, it will be waiting for me to see how far I succeeded.
So here goes my list... I want to plant - yellow Rose tree, Dahlia, Dasies, Cosmos, onions, radish, beets, salad greens, broccoli, swiss chard, ginger, fenugreek, fennel, blueberries. We have too much red in the garden a little yellow, blue and orange will be delightfull. This year I want to learn how to sucessfully grow vegetables. My previous attempts have always had poor results. This year I plan to grow my vegetable garden in containers. It will be easier to for me and since we have such less space, it will be wiser to do so. And I can move them around with the sun.

Calla lilies have sprung out of the moist soil as an early surprise, from places where I had least expected them to grow. The plant has been moving underneath the soil and choosing its own spot to blossom. Love Calla lillies. My husband has been photographing them with great enthusiasm.

Garden Installations

2008-09-03T21:45:00.000-07:00

Wedded to a Tree

2008-08-15T13:26:00.000-07:00

Trees
Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
This silly piece I wrote in my diary longtime back.

I wish to wed a mango tree.
Strong and firm,
that wears a thick coat of fresh green leaves.
His mind rooted deep to the earth beneath;
that the roughest storms fail to defeat.

With arms long and brown risen up to the skies,
where at the onset of rains,
an inconsolable bird,
seated atop his limbs,
sends out the sweetest of its cries.

As the season of productivity arrives,
He boasts a rich robe of blossoms,
a bounty of fruits sweet as honey,
sweeter than that milled in any Bee's hive.

And his cool and comforting foliage welcomes all alike,
to find a momentary place for respite.

In such a tree I shall carve a small groove to nestle;
for it will provide for all my needs.

If occasionally, I fly far away from my nest,
then on return I would find,
my great mango tree welcoming
with his widened chest,
to embrace me within his secured presence,
with comforting love and assurance.

The H4 Ordeal: Part Two - 'H4 Wives Club'

2008-08-15T09:22:00.000-07:00

..... Continued from the previous post

The H4 status takes away the basic right to work; more appropriately put, the right to choose - to work or not! As everyone should have a choice to decide what is good for them and their family.

Having obtained their Masters' and Bachelors' degrees with much hard work, and even having had a successful career in their respective fields, the H4 wives end up cooling their heels at home. Cornered by their dependent status, having scoured through the television channels, shopping malls, internet and chat rooms, cooked and cleaned their hearts out, made endless calls to their parents and family back in their homeland, volunteered at libraries, non-profits etc., and even considered filling the space with a baby when they still had the time, the H4 wives do end up bored and frustrated.

Atleast for those who are not, their own community ensures they do, by constantly reminding them their sorry state, whenever they run into them. Whenever a Desi runs into another Desi, inevitably the subject arises - Do you work? What visa are you on? Are you considering a degree from US? Do you have a technical background? And this triggers the frustration, and suddenly their sweet, innocent simple lives appear boring, compared to the 'double incomed', 'we have it all' -flaunting, 'been there done that' -attitude, 'driving freeways, day-care dependent, juggling everything at the sametime - supermoms', Green Card - Desis.

SADAF SIDDIQUE a journalist for "The Hindu" India's National Newspaper, in it's Jul 06, 2008, Sunday edition, categorises the H4 wives, in one of his articles, into 5 groups with a lot of humor and sarcasm.
Though I do not agree with him entirely, it is amusing to read his piece. So here I quote him as it is:

"So what are these bored wives to do?
The boredom manifests itself in interesting ways. Let’s go through a little sampling shall we? There are:
the desi-party-throwing wives,
the shop-till-I-drop wives,
the my-husband-got-me-a-job- wives
and finally the I-am-no-longer-in-the-H4-wives-club –
and-let-me-take-up-any-pause-in-conversation-to-reiterate-that wives.

The Enthusiastic bunch
The desi-party-throwing wives are usually the most enthusiastic. You would have to be, to invite over 40 people to your home, entertain and feed them and then clean up afterwards. They are also a storehouse of information. I mean, how many people do you know who can tell you when Dussehra, Diwali, Chaat puja fall and when to perform Shri Maha Lakshmi Homam? They know all the best catering deals in town. They’ll throw a party as frequently as the falling dollar makes the news.

They’ll invite all their friends, acquaintances and their acquaintance’s acquaintances. Everyone at the party will be desi. The women will dress in their most garish shaadi-ka-jodha, complete with maang-tikka, while the men will wear their jazziest kurta or Hawaiian shirt. (which is fast becoming some kind of desi style statement, right up there with the white shoes) These wives compete with each other to host over-the-top Karvachauth or Diwali parties or ones where unsuspecting hosts are subject to torturous party games.

Then there are the shop-till-I-drop wives. They have probably hit all the malls in the entire continent. They live, breathe and eat shopping. They drop off their husbands to work and begin their retail therapy for six straight hours. Having scourged all the sale racks in all the big stores, they form bands of two or four and head out for the outlet malls.

They switch off their mobiles and shop with the single minded dedication and focus of an ant saving its winter hordes. Why they hoard 10 sets of crockery, frosty pink (!) glass horses and more shoes and handbags than they can count is beyond me. But they are always the ones to hit on for information on sales and steals. You might also see them rummaging through someone else’s cast-offs at garage sales.

Good Economic Sense
The my-husband-got-me-a-job-where-he-works wives are probably the epitome of sati-savitris. She’ll hang on to every word that drops from her beloved’s mouth. Even if she has a degree in Political Science and a desire to pursue it further, she follows her husband’s advice and takes up a Computer course at the local community college. That helps hubby dearest place her in the company where he works and where he can bump up a favour with the guy in HR who did the same thing for his wife. No problems of different work and commute timings. It all works out to good economical gains.

She takes every opportunity to tell you how absolutely wonderful her husband is. She will vociferously defend pati-parmeshwar’s taste for Budweiser and Black Sabbath even if all she drinks is the occasional diet coke and her musical taste never went beyond the Titanic sound track.

And finally there are the I-am-no-longer-in-the-H4-wives-club –and-let-me-take-up-any-pause-in-conversation-to-reiterate-that wives. These wives see being in the H4 wives club as comparable to having the bubonic plague (or maybe even the bird flu). They go to great lengths to enrol themselves in some academic programme merely so that they can change their visa status.

Ask them a simple “How are you?” and be prepared for a three-hour-long saga of how the prized J or F visa has been obtained, how they got their status revised and how they gleefully discarded their H4 visa. In reality, of course, changing status is really more hassle than it’s worth and you effectively remain a dependent. They will talk pitifully of other H4 wives and reiterate once again how the prized J or F visa has been obtained, how they got their status revised and how they gleefully discarded their H4 visa."

Hilarious! Isn't it! Though sad this is how some enlightened individuals (journalists) perceive the lives of the H4 wives in the states.

I could bring on hundreds of instances, comments, perceptions on this subject. And I don't want to even delve into the darkside of the dependant status, lest I spoil my readers mood. I don't even want to talk much about the large number of cases of Domestic Violence reported by the women on the dependent visa status.

So let me talk about this forum instead, 'The Indus Ladies' on the web, which is mostly for the Indian community residing all over the world, where they discuss various issues concerning women, exchange information on various subjects, jokes, stories etc. Members do not give out their real names. But discuss and seek advice on real issues. Not revealing their true identity gives them greater freedom to express themselves openly. And other women members do respond and help by giving genuine advices and real solutions. Believe me, it works. And a 100,000 membership till date, holds it true.

Here, in the section of H4 ladies in Bay Area, women pour out their frustrations of being on the dependant status, surprisingly, some even after living in US for a few months. And there is a lot of support and advise by other women who have succeeded in overcoming the 'H4 Panic Syndrome' or atleast figured out a way to keep themselves busy and in a positive spirit. Still the number of new posts that come in with the same questions, is appalling.

Among all the exchanges going back and forth between the newcomers and the veterans on the H4 status, I bumped upon this desperate request by a husband for the H4 wives deperate to overcome their desperation. Here it goes -

"Let me add the male version of WORK AROUNDS for you guys I personally work on H1B and my wife who is an Engineering Graduate in Computer Sc and Engineering, WAS H4 for the initial two years ...........This feedback was my experience with a H4 spouse while my wife was on H4. Since I work a longer times on my job, I want some one to help me rather then earning money with her job. I want my wife to take my routine tasks which she can do, few things like shopping, bills pay, scheduling the Family activities etc, thats good to start with, this gives me to do my job smoothly. If you H4 wife, can learn driving, have your own car, that helps your spouse a lot by doing many things yourself to help your family, I want my wife to take my baby to school etc, I want them to go to some fun places like Chuck-e-cheeses etc and have fun, I am totally annoyed when I need to go to some shopping or to do some scheudling etc after coming from office.

Gurls.. please please, doing a WIFE/Mother job is not an easy thing, if you take it seriously. Dont feel that you are bored etc... There are a lot of things which you can do and makes your family like a heaven for every one. For a working spouse, its also their responsibility to keep the things cool at home. So, H4 is not equal to WASTE, before being H4, you are women, the wonderful human in the world, Dont feel down by being H4"

The H4 Ordeal: Part One - 'Desi Damsel in Visa Distress’

2008-08-01T08:43:00.000-07:00

First a little background -

The highly skilled youth mostly in developing nations, with ambitions of their own or of their parents or simply following a popular trend; and with dreams of higher education, income, status, lifestyle, come to the developed nations, mostly to the United States.

Undeniably, the United States, provides them the opportunity and the environment to live, learn and earn well. While the highly skilled Indian immigrants have contributed heavily to the American economy, India is facing acute shortage of talents in the fields of science, engineering and technology.

In course of driving their ambitions of higher knowledge, skills, ideal work environment and lifestyle, they end up chasing a lofty ambition of the ‘American Dream’ of success, fame and wealth.

This in turn makes them hot commodity in the 'Indian Marriage Market'. Since every parent want to see their daughters well settled and comfortable in life, an NRI candidate, with the promise of a better living, is in great demand. Though there are also cases of love marriages, where love is the driving cause, and not the NRI factor, even here, there is no respite from the social consequences of living away from family and familier ways.

And this is how the dreamy-eyed, highly-aspiring, sometimes ignorant, Desi H4 wives end up in Visa Distress.
Not long before the rosy months have passed, and the Mehendi color has faded from their hands, does it dawn upon them that their dollar dreams are stranded for, no one knows how long. Having partially overcome the spells of the initial obsessions with their husband and homesickness, they find themselves isolated within the walls of their new home.

First, a little lesson in U.S. immigration. While the H4 visa allows spouses legal residence in the country, it does not permit them to work. So that’s pretty much a sure-fire route to turning the blushing bride into the bored and restless. Sure, you could study further but if you have already slogged through a Masters degree of your parent’s choosing, or worked in India, chances are that you are thinking, What! Not Again!

While their husbands on H-1B visas, that are granted to highly skilled professionals to fill jobs at the software companies and technology labs of Silicon Valley, are busy with their own jobs; under the conditions of their H-4 dependent visas, spouses are not allowed to work or pursue a career. Often highly educated and skilled, they find themselves in the uncomfortable position of social and financial dependency on their husbands, while struggling to adjust to life in a new country. As if this were not enough, some states do not even allow them to procure a driving permit!

Quoting an article by Anastasia Ustinova, Chronicle Staff Writer on this subject, ‘Indian women isolated in Silicon Valley’ on Sunday, March 9, 2008

“In Silicon Valley, many of the Indian women’s stories are similar. Most were born into higher castes in India, graduated with college degrees in computer science or business, worked in fast-paced companies, had a support network of friends and family. Moving to the United States seemed like a great opportunity, but all too often there was little discussion about the terms of their immigration status. Now, while their husbands are climbing the career ladder, they stay at home alone, isolated.”

“While her husband has a thriving career in a giant high-tech company, Shahani spends her days browsing the Internet and watching the Food Network. When she arrived in 2006, she did not have a driver’s license and her world was reduced to the size of a two-bedroom apartment.”

And what is more shocking, is that of the readers’ reactions to the circumstances of the H4 Indian visa holders in Silicone Valley which are mostly unsympathetic and at times downright hostile. The following is an example, posted by “Mrs. Nesbitt”:

“Oh please, they’re lucky to be here in the first place. These wives should be required to volunteer to re-train the American technical workers who were displaced by their husbands to begin with, as well as the rest of us who are enduring a lifetime of wage deflation from the rotten H1-B visa program. NO SYMPATHY. And if they don’t like it here, feel free to move home immediately.”

I must admit I chanced upon this wonderful site trappedinh4mess.wordpress.com, with all the information I needed during my research, where I also found the response to this comment.

Here it goes –

“As for Mrs. N:
I am amazed at the ignorance of these people. If I leave today with my family and friends and all the Asian community, this country would crumble (so would ours but we aren’t the ones getting caustic). Let’s just withdraw all the people on H1 and other temporary visas for a month and let’s see how things function…maybe we can withdraw all the goods from China, India, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka and Pakistan ( after all, these imports too take up jobs here - right ?)…and then, let’s see some more….

I wonder if they have heard of the word - ‘GLOBALISATION‘…it is not just our need but also their’s, that is why we are here. People who come here on H1 are not beggars or slum dwellers in their country…they are very well educated, rich and the cream of the society. They make very good living in their country but the ambition to further their professional careers brings them here. So, there is no FAVOR involved here…It is an exchange …from which both parties benefit. And if people here or in any part of the world refuse to understand this …I just ask them to Educate themselves before commenting. And hey, we dont want your sympathy. We want our rights and do whatever you want, we are going to get it ! eat your heart out !"

-Joli

I must say Joli, you have a point!

And here is yet another case. I am quoting this from the blog "Trapped".

"It is very difficult to explain why is hard not to be working. But it’s true, the hard part is not to have the choice of or even worst, having someone else deciding for you . I am a mechanical engineer and I used to work a lot, A LOT. I thought it was going to be actually a blessing not to have to work. And I do feel grateful, don’t get me wrong, I am pretty sure this was the right decision. But it’s true I FEEL TRAPPED!

I have been on an H4 visa for almost three years. I have studied english, photography. I have volunteered . Once, I decided to apply to get into a public college hoping I would be considered a “chicagoan” since we have lived here for almost two years and I have an ITIN, but I was considered an international student so instead of paying the $79 per credit chicagoans pay, I had to pay $250 per credit. And for sure this is the kind of situation makes you feel “trapped”. When you run out of choices. Because let’s face it, studying here its very expensive. "

According to the U.S. Department of Homeland Security, there are now between 600,000 and 800,000 H-1B visa holders in the United States. Exactly how many are married to spouses ineligible to work in this country is unclear.

........ to be continued in part two.

Masque

2008-07-28T11:58:00.000-07:00

I have always loved reading plays by Shakespeare, Arthur Miller, Oscar Wilde, Bernard Shaw and many others. But never as a teenager, did I know I would get so addicted to theater later in my life. Growing up as a kid I did participate in school dramas, but never had enough exposure to theater.
When I moved to Kolkata, in east India I reluctantly accompanied a friend to the Birla Sabhaghar to see a popular experimental Shakespearean comedy. I enjoyed the experience. And later when I moved to Mumbai, I started visiting the Prithivi Theater regulary.
After my marriage I moved to San Francisco, and for about six months, I looked for a suitable place to work voluntarily, for only a few hours a week. That's when I joined the American Conservatory Theater (ACT) library. Since then I have had the privilege to watch all their plays at the magnificent ACT Theater in San Francisco.
As I had always desired to do, and so here it goes, a list of all the plays, that I have been very fortunate to see in all these years.

American Conservatory Theater, San Francisco
What You will
by Roger Rees
Roger Rees, a member of the Royal Shakespeare Company for 22 years, won both Olivier and Tony awards for his acclaimed performance in The Life and Adventures of Nicholas Nickleby. American television audiences know him as the dashing English tycoon Robin Colcord on Cheers, British Ambassador Lord John Marbury on The West Wing, and Dr. Colin Marlow on Grey's Anatomy. His films include Robin Hood: Men in Tights, Frida, The Pink Panther, and The Prestige, among many others. What You Will is the one-man everything there is "to be or not to be" about William Shakespeare: the greatest soliloquies ever written next to side-splitting accounts of the funniest disasters ever perpetrated on the stage. There's Romeo, Juliet's foolish Nurse, gory Macbeth, Hamlet, and the oh-so-tragic Richard II, joined by the likes of Charles Dickens, James Thurber, Noël Coward, and Stevie Wonder.

T'is Pity She is a Whore
by John Ford
Directed by Carey Perloff
Music composed and performed by Bonfire Madigan Shive
This rarely staged Jacobean tragedy pits the hot-blooded violation of a shocking sexual taboo against the dirty machinations of a corrupt church and state. The result is passionate and poetic, violent and sardonic, and a classic that is mordantly fresh.

Curse of the Starving Class
by Sam Shepard
Directed by Peter DuBois
A dark satire by Pulitzer Prize winner and Academy Award nominee Sam Shepard, Curse of the Starving Class is at once hilarious and profound, frighteningly true, and delightfully surreal. A malnourished and rather bizarre family desperately searching for freedom, security, and their piece of the American pie, as their delusions of a better life fall apart around them, so does their farmhouse and the myth of America it embodies.

The Government Inspector
by Nikolai Gogol
Translated and adapted by Alistair Beaton
Directed by Carey Perloff
This famous ensemble comedy by Nikolai Gogol (A.C.T.'s The Overcoat) plays out in a backwater Russian village, where government leaders and local cronies are willing to give a visiting official money, women, and whatever else he wants—just as long as he gives them a good report. But are they even greasing the right man's palms? Packed with sizzling scandal, local flavor, and politicians behaving very, very badly, The Government Inspector could easily be set in Anytown, USA.

Speed the Plow
by David Mamet
Directed by Loretta Greco
Movie exec Bobby Gould's best buddy has just pitched him a crass action flick that's a surefire blockbuster. But Gould's gorgeous new secretary is pushing a "conscience" film—and she's got after-hours access that could sway his green light. Who's the real showbiz player? With biting comedy and fast-and-furious dialogue, Speed-the-Plow is Hollywood as only David Mamet can deliver.

Rainmaker
by N. Richard Nash
Directed by Mark Rucker
A classic American romance, The Rainmaker is a refreshingly heartfelt fable about a con man, a country girl, and the way that love can overcome cynicism in even the most tired of souls. On a drought-stricken ranch in America’s heartland, a charismatic huckster named Starbuck arrives selling the promise of rain. But when he and Lizzie, the lone daughter of the family, discover a genuine chemistry, they begin to consider the possibility of a real miracle.

Sweeny Todd
Music and lyrics by Stephen Sondheim
Book by Hugh Wheeler
Directed and designed by John Doyle
In this visionary and re-imagined production of Sweeney Todd, the legendary demon barber of Fleet Street still serves up his justice vigilante-style, edgier, stripped-down staging of Sondheim's masterpiece. Powerful acting, vocals and dialogue delivery and playing instruments live onstage. With its naughty humor and infectious melodies, Sweeney Todd knows how to show you a bloody good time!

Fox Theater, Atlanta
Atlanta Ballet : ‘Giselle’ October 2006
by Pamela Gaye
Giselle’s libretto is derived from a variety of sources. Viewed as the birth of the romantic genre, this story of the peasant girl who falls in love with a prince, only to be betrayed by him, before dying of a broken heart.

National Center for Performing Arts (NCPA), Experimental Theater
Marathon
Written by the Italian writer Edoardo Erba
Adapted and Directed by Vikram Kapadia
Pitched halfway between reality and dream, it concerns two men, who swap thoughts on life, love, death and sex while training for the Mumbai marathon. A dramatic comedy. What we see is two men in the Cantonment area of Pune, busy practicing for the Bombay Marathon. But clues are there from the start that this is no ordinary training session: In the course of a nonstop practice session, they discuss speed, distance, strength, endurance, women and somewhat connected life histories. Before our eyes we watch the entire exercise turns into a metaphor for an existential journey. We find ourselves left with uneasy questions about success, competition, power, identity, and, of course, the meaning of life and death. What's it all about? And what's it worth? Here is a play deceptive in its simplicity, leading one insidiously and seamlessly from the intensely specific predicament of two competitive testosteronal men to those perennial questions about the meaning of life.”

Prithvi Theater, Mumbai
Black With 'Equal'
Written and Directed by Vikram Kapadia
This is a satirical black comedy that takes an unsentimental look at contemporary society. The thought provoking play depicts how a friendly annual general meeting of the residents of Apartment Complex's society turns out to be a hostile rendezvous. The minor disagreements amongst the members lead to power struggle and mutual distrust. The play takes us through a spectacle of a contemporary society with clashing egos and false pretensions, ultimately making a sarcastic comment on the degeneration of moral standards.

Fireflies

2008-07-16T21:54:00.000-07:00

The heat brings the clouds, the clouds bring the rains, and the rains bring the fireflies. In the deepest and darkest nights a speck of light is simply beautiful. But, when there are thousands of tiny blinking lights, it is brilliant! And if you can brave the dark and step into its impounding starkness, you could happen to come across some pure magic. It seems like the entire Milky Way has descended from the sky on to the land. Here's to catching the magic while it lasts; before it burns out.

Wishes are like fireflies, be one or many, when one comes true is simply beautiful and when thousands come true, it's pure magic. Can we be happy if only one wish came true? Or we wish we had a thousand and all our thousand wishes came true. Then we could experience some pure magic! 'Cause when one wish comes true, there are so many more waiting to take its place. At end of it all, it is about how much did I score. One or thousands. Do I even remember the first wish I made, that came true? Did I capture the magic?

Or say what. I make this only one wish. And wait for it to come true. And when it does, it will be simply beautiful and I will be happy and never wish again. Well, will never need to wish again. Then what about the magic?

Then there are the fireflies that always look brilliant when you see them in thousands. Well, there's the magic! Someday I will brave the dark and step out in the deepest and darkest nights and catch a sight of their brilliance.

Nature Notes

2008-06-19T10:43:00.000-07:00

I came across this amazing book while I was searching online for artists who paint nature, birds, using watercolors. This book caught my attention because of its uniqueness and personal touch. And off course, because of its beautiful illustrations of nature, seasons, birds. I like watercolor more than any other medium. It has this gentleness and purity, like none other. Unlike oil or any other medium, were you can paint over and over again till you get what you want, with watercolors, you get one chance to get it right, else you could end up muddy.

I luckily found this book in a local library. I was so thrilled to get hold of it. With the turn of each page, I came across lovely paintings, select poems, nature notes. It was simply delightful to browse through its pages. The beautiful illustrations of nature, the gentle strokes of brush and the compositions were simply amazing. I was so glad to get my hands on this book. And I truly admire the artist for her beautiful imagination, and thoughtful representation of nature’s treasures, the unfolding of seasons, and her ability to capture the essence of each month of the year so accurately. In her country diary, we find nature notes on every month, beginning from January to December.

I would like to share with you few excerpts from her diary and a little background of who she was. If you happen to come across this lovely book, do certainly take a look. It will leave you deeply touched.

The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady - Edith Holden
(Published for the first time in 1977)
Publisher's note :
"On January 1, 1906, Edith Holden made the first entry in a diary which was to record the countryside through the changing seasons. Her words, all carefully written by hand, include her favorite poems, personal thoughts and observations on the wildlife surrounding her home in the village of Olton, Warwickshire. The exceptionally beautiful paintings on every page of birds, butterflies, bees, and flowers reflect her deep love of nature; they have been executed with a naturalist's eye for detail and the sensitivity of an artist.

Edith Holden's Diary of that year became a very special book for her, and she allowed no one to see it. For seventy years, this enchanting book had lain undiscovered until it was found recently on the shelves of an English country house. Now being published for the first time, this full color facsimile edition recaptures all the freshness, charm, and beauty of the original.

The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady is a book for all seasons, a gift for all times."

"To sit on rocks; to muse o'er flood and fell;
To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,
Where things that own not man's dominion dwell,
And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been!
To climb the trackless mountain all unseen,
With the wild flock, that never need a fold;
Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean;
This is not solitude: 'tis but to hold
Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled."

- Byron

Gone Fishing

2008-06-11T11:49:00.000-07:00

On a Saturday morning, I visited a book sale conducted by the local library, just a few blocks away from my home. It was a pleasant and easy walk from my home. Hundreds of used books, some very old and some fairly new, on varied subjects such as Arts, Literature, Travel, History, Cooking, Fiction, Children Books, Home, Gardening etc., were on sale for a dollar and less. A huge collection of some wonderful books sold for throw away prices.

On a lovely sunny day, in the outdoors, spread over a green lawn, beneath the trees and a pleasant cool breeze. A huge crowd of people, children, toddlers, all digging into the cartons of books, fishing for the best they could find. Greedily hovering over a box of books for a long time, digging ferociously, lest someone else catches the gem in the pile before they do.

In the children’s section, there was a big crowd of moms and kids, sitting on the green lawn under the cool shade of the trees, with their water bottles, digging the boxes and piling up the books in their bags. Ambitious toddlers dragging a bag of a size as big as them, around the lawn over the grass and stuffing it with any book they please. A good sign, in these times, for sticking to the joy of reading or looking at a book at an early age, when books are being rapidly replaced by note pads/laptops and the internet.

I was amongst them too. Digging and fishing for some treasure. Going through the boxes again and again to make sure I hadn’t missed out on that big find. Piling up as many books I could until I could carry no more. Not wanting to miss this great opportunity while I was there, in a book lover’s paradise.

By the time I was not yet done, but too tired and heavily loaded with so many books that I could barely walk with them, I called for help. And my husband came to my rescue, helped me carry the books and bring them back home.

Now in my living area, there are books everywhere. These are some lovely books. I do not have the patience to finish one and then start another. So I start many books at the same time and read them correspondingly. Of those books I picked up are, 'The Good Cook' series on Cakes, Breads, Vegetables, Salads, Preserving; 'The Best of Country Cooking'; and 'The Country Store', by Stephanie Donaldson who talks about a simple and a more satisfying way of living in tune with the rhythm of the seasons and the spirit of nature, illustrated with beautiful photography by Michelle Garrett. A wonderful book for the table top and a treasury of creative ideas with timeless appeal.

Some great finds at the book sale!

Recently I have become fascinated with country living, music, country everything. Traditional foods, country crafts and natural decorations that have a timeless appeal and also help us to live healthy and in harmony with nature.

Indian July

2008-06-09T14:15:00.000-07:00

The Indian July is close to my heart. It brings the rains after the dry, parched earth has waited and waited, scorched by the harsh summer. A refreshing cool breeze blows and brings the precious clouds closer and closer. A gentle shower of rain soaks the earth. The first droplets taste the sweetest, accelerating our appetites. And we crave for more. When more gentle showers follow, a sweet fragrance emits from the wet earth, intoxicating the air, and life springs back with energy. The sweet music of rain is most soothing. And I sit by the window and watch the celebrations. And it brings such respite, until it pours endlessly. And I soak in as much I can, for it is never enough.

There is nothing more comforting than the sight of floating dollops of wispy gray clouds, swollen with sweet water, gliding over the horizon, after a starving June. The change is welcomed. The rain pours turning the biting yellows to a soothing green, miraculously healing the earth. The transformations are instant. Flowers, mushrooms, brightly colored insects, spring out of nowhere. And the gardens suddenly become busy with life. The magical effect a few good showers can have on the earth is amazing. There is an air of freshness, an invigorated look about the whole garden. The leaves and flowers carry a washed and clean appearance. The earth wears a grateful look.

Those were the Julys I experienced 2 years back. Now on the other side of the world, where I am, things are different. There are obviously no rains or clouds but lots and lots of Sun. Which is a pleasant welcome too. After the chilly winters, it is a long wait to enjoy a sunny warm day. And my wait for the lilies in my garden to bloom is over. And it is time to adorn my favorite summer wears.

But most of all I love July because I am a July Bride. With gentle showers I started my new life.
By the time the wedding got over it was pouring. The following days where cool, green and fresh. A week later I bide farewell to my folks and started my journey into a new life in a foreign land.

my secret garden retreat

2008-05-02T14:57:00.000-07:00

Living in an apartment limited my desire to have a personal garden space to explore my gardening skills. All the outdoor space I had, was a narrow patio, with not even enough space to stretch both my arms at the same time. And since we were renting the apartment, there where rules limiting how much I could do with the space. Maneuvering in such a tight space while potting and re-potting plants and being creative, was a big challenge. However, that did not stop me. I was obsessed with my fantasy to grow some healthy and happy plants and herbs. They would be my pets whom I interacted with regularly. I had to have my own mini garden. More than the jaw dropping flower show or a big spread of lawn, I was interested in creating a herb garden, short plants with fascinating colours and textures. Few flowers to add colour and attraction. A miniature garden, to attract bees, butterflies, humming birds and even those garden fairies that sneak in to my little paradise when no one's looking. Occasionally, a teeny weeny, brightly coloured spider would also be welcomed.

Garden Gnome and a Green Frog are two of my garden residents.

And yes, I did create this garden in the tight space that I have. I placed some containers, earthen pots, of varied heights, shapes and textures. Filled them with some very good quality potting soil I bought from the local garden store. I created a herbs spread, some tall White Lillies, a patch of green ground cover on a woven cane basket of shallow depth, some splash of colours here and there with garden jewels, bright yellow Marrigolds, Dianthus, some big beach pebbles of hues of green, yellow, pinks collected from a very special trip to the Pacific Ocean. I love to create little hiding places with pebbles, pine cones, frog sculptures, toadstools etc., for my shy garden visitors. I check during the day while I water my plants those hiding place where they leave signs that they had visited my garden and loved it!

My garden rewards my efforts by these lovely blossoms. In my small patio container I was rewarded by twelve huge white lillies. I had to leave my plants unwatered for a week as I was travelling. I was afraid my plants will droop and the lilly buds will fall of without water. But on my return I was surprised all twelve buds open and healthy waiting to show me off their beauty. I was so delighted. It had been so hot for that week when I was away and my plants had not given up on me.

a visit to the farmers market

2008-04-25T16:50:00.000-07:00

The Farmer's Market at the Crockers Galleria, in San Francisco, on very Thursday from 9am to 3pm, is a wonderful place to visit.
The farmer from whom I regularly buy vegetables that are generally not found in Safeway or Whole Foods or any place I know. It is always very freshly picked and flavourful. And make excelent Indian reciepies. He brings the produce from his farm in Fresno, California.

The German Baker who make delicious breads and sweets. I love his baked goods. I strongly recommend each item. I regularly pick the 'Green Pumpkin Seed Pretzel' and the 'Onion and Cheese Bialy', that is how he corrects me when I say Begal.

After I started living in California, I was introduced to the farmers market. Growing up in India I had not experienced anything like a farmers market because we do not yet have anything like food marts, Costcos or Safeways, except for in major cities, we have been very recently introduced to shopping produce from air-conditioned Food Marts, Malls. We do have vegetable markets, produce market, that are make shift as well as permanent markets, that normally operate during the day till late evenings. Not necessarily do farmers come and sell produce in these markets directly, instead there are whole sellers who buy from the farmers in bulk at lower prices and sell the produce to vendors with an added percentage. And the vendors sell in the local markets to us at much higher rates than at which the farmers sold to the wholesale dealers.

So the farmers markets in California were a very new and exciting experience. The produce is seasonal, grown organically in local farms, freshly picked and directly sold by the farmers. Here one can also find many special vegetables that are not normally found in the regular supermarkets. While they do not always have the glossy perfection of their chemically stimulated relatives, their flavors is generally excellent. And the best part is, it feels like you are in a fair. With bright and colorful fruits, flowers, herbs and vegetables sold in the open air or in white tents. The fresh smell and sights of the produce, homemade breads, jams, preserves, pickles, chutneys, herb flavored oils, spices, honey etc., is very inviting.