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Linking to Nature at P.N. Botanical Garden


Changing environment has its impact and many Indian states including Punjab, Chandigarh, Delhi and Haryana are witnessing hot waves still in August while the monsoon commences well by the end of July.

With a little cool weather, the only favourable thing was to go for a garden walk. P. N. Botanical Garden is situated in Sector – 14, Punjab University, Chandigarh where one can find arboretum, bambusetum, cactus house, fern house, growth room, lily pools, orchid house and plametum. Ms. Neelam Dadhwal, a haiku poet from Chandigarh visited the garden recently.

Despite warming levels, there was dense moss beneath the specific zones of bamboo, pines and palms. The grass in wide and far was covered with common goldstar that choosing the natural pathways was not an option. Certainly one can find seasoned woods with lichen, ant holes with leaves, and above branches from stoic stems of one tree expanding to the other. 

Lit with seasonal flowers like verbena, cassia, cape jasmine, snapdragons, gomphrenas, and zinnia, it became easy to leave the world’s troubles behind and rejuvenate as the nature brings life and vigour too.

There was absence of snails, earthworms and birds like kingfisher in and by the lily ponds where the lotuses were spread and vibrated their scent, definitely soothing the nerves and a perfect place to pen haiku.

between you and me
this nod…
snapdragon

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at moon hedge
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