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As I walked through the park in Delhi a few months ago I kept my eyes and ears open. I was soaking up the sights. You’ve seen my photos so you know there’s a lot going on in India.

Ran into this guy. I now know it’s an Ibis. I had heard the word but never actually saw one.

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I then spied what appeared to be common stepping stones. I look closer because I see writing on some of them.

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It’s a white man’s world. I wonder who wrote that.

I kept moving.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw this little guy peeking out of a tree.

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Too cute.

I then strolled around the herb garden. Pat myself on the back when I recognize the herbs without reading the signs. But I see this sign.

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Oh, I know this. I know mint. Yep, that looked quite familiar. I had, at one time, thought that mint would be a welcome addition to our first garden. Many years ago. I was wrong. It is totally invasive with its little runners.

Helpful hint. If you want to plant mint in your garden make sure it is in the pot when you put it in the soil. The roots will be contained and not creeping into your neighbor’s yard.

I look closer because I still like mint. I’m not holding the invasiveness against it.

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But it doesn’t look like mint. It looks an awful lot like another herb I may or may not have been familiar with back in the day. I showed my friend this photo and asked her what she thought it looked like. She, without blinking an eye, said, “Marijuana.”

Hmmmm. That’s interesting.

Anyway, sometimes you just have to look twice.

 

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Each day I take a walk by myself here in Delhi. Mostly at a local park named Lodi.

I try and give the Fitbit some action. But I also sit and do a lot of watching. There is always something going on here. More than twenty types of birds. Hawks swooping down with their unique scream agitating the crows. It’s a cacophony that the forty young deaf people doing some type of team bonding in the middle of the field cannot hear. Soccer/football playing. Family photo sessions. Picnics. People working out on exercise equipment. Contortionists in the yoga section.

Starting to see some of the same people each day. An old fellow with what appears to be a radio in his hand. A guy walking a Bull Terrier just like Spuds Mackenzie-except black. Too many young lovers to count. Not sure if they are same ones each day. An elderly man who is undergoing chemotherapy walking with a cane and a young assistant. He wears a tweed jacket that is too big for him and a black Greek fisherman’s woolen cap. A guy playing the flute on a bench in the middle of the park.

India really is incredible. You never know what to expect. Every day is different.

See below for some of my park photos. I hope you enjoy them.

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I am all for this.

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Wait a second! The back of these signs. I’m getting mixed messages here.

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Bird house in the middle of the park? Check out the two photo bombers.

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Hundreds of these birds in the park. Never gets old.

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Caught my eye. Sacred Fig. Considered a sacred tree for Hindu folks.

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Very cool. Section of park that has exercise equipment for those in wheelchairs.

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Not the best quality photo. Color coordinated Sikh family photo shoot.

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Loved these carvings.

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Hijra (transgendered folks) looking for monetary donations from people in the park.

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Not sure what the colored smoke symbolised.

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Lily pads.

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Stepping stones.

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I call this one Narcissus.

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Sweet potato man. As in the potato is sweet. I am not sure about the man.

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Hawks on the ground, in flight and resting in the trees.

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Vendor with a lot on his mind.

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Palm trees.

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Spud Makenzie’s Indian cousin.

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I happened upon this crew. A parakeet chowing down with three squirrels.

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M for Mary.

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A dog just curled up and napping away.

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Seriously how does one do that?

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I liked this sign. They certainly spelled it out for visitors.

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The end. I slip under the chain to exit at Gate 11. Not where I entered. 🙂

 

Hope you all have a fabulous weekend!

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I was up before the crack of dawn. Thank you, Mr. Jet Lag.

As I was looking out the kitchen window I noticed clumps falling from the big, old maple in the backyard. It ended up being four portions of a bird’s nest. I knew there was construction going on yesterday because I had observed the busy birds doing their thang. Back and forth with sticks and debris hanging from their little beaks.

But this morning. All that hard work for naught. Wiped out.

Not sure what caused their home to be razed. A squirrel? Some equivalent to our tornado?

Anyway, I looked out awhile later and saw a bunch of them poking around the grounded nests. And I saw them each taking bits and flying back to the original site in the tree to rebuild.

I’m not going to question how wise that would be. I mean plenty of folks returned to New Orleans.

But it struck me. This nature thing.

The immediate rebuilding. And the community effort.

Not just one bird. But many.

It gave me a glimpse of hope for our shared human nature. Maybe war-torn cities can be rebuilt. Maybe missing girls can be returned to their homes. Maybe we can send our children to school without fear.

But it will take more than one bird to make that happen.

 

 

 

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