The seasons come and go, and with every rising and setting, the sun decreases the duration of our life. It’s been almost two years now since I’ve been living with my father, and the passage of time is marked by the comings and goings of the various birds, insects and plants in their brief appearance and disappearance.
You may recall last year’s chili pastimes. Here’s an unripe, new-season offspring of one of the original Yellow Habanero chili bushes that was pruned and lived over into this season.
Pretty soon these will ripen and look like this:
I diced with death earlier this year with the very same variety of chili. They are exceedingly hot. but very flavoursome.
And I have 50 grandchildren chili plants (my favourite Red Savina and Yellow Habanero) newly sprouted from seeds of the second generation chilies, and on the cusp of their 15 minutes of botanical fame.
Those seeds were dried and saved until 2 months ago when I planted them according to the lunar cycles. And here they are, in their baby pots.
It’s also Gardenia season in Sydney. Our large potted plant is at the perfectional stage of its life, giving generously of it’s large creamy, sweet fragrant flowers.
It is the Sun that makes all this possible, season after season. It’s not hard for the broadminded person to appreciate that the Sun is the natural representative of God, operating under His order. This is described in this ancient Brahma-samhita verse that I chant everyday as I see the sunrise.
yac-chaksur esa savita sakala-grahanam
raja samasta-sura-murtir asesa-teja
yasyajnaya bhramati sambhrita-kala-cakro
govindam adi-purusam tam aham bhajami
“The sun, who is the king of all the planets, full of infinite
effulgence, the image of the good soul, is the eye of this world. I
adore the primeval Lord, Govinda, in pursuance of whose order the sun
performs his journey, mounting the wheel of time.”