With the sun shining, everything appears bright and beautiful,

There is color in the gardens,

I cannot all the Species rehearse,

Of Roses, in the narrow bounds of Verse.

Some curl’d, some wav’d about the tops are found,

Others with a thousand leaves are crowned. Through which the flamingo colors do appear.

Others are single – not t’insist on here. Either the Damask or the Numidian Rose,

Or Citrus, which in Lusitania grows. Roses unarm’d, if you the earth prepare,

May be produc’d, but that in danger are, because unguarded, for what excellence,

Can be secure on earth without defence?…

Poem by Rene’ Rapin

Roses from my garden

With the warm weather upon us, we try to soak in the warmth by sitting outside at cafes.

Some of my favorite cafes in Paris.

We travel and visit museums

The multi-coloured environment influences our mood so much so that we tend to bring it indoors into our homes to make them bright and cheerful.

Photos shot at Centre Pompidou, Paris.

All the above photographs taken by Anu Arora


Mother’s day was on eighth May and I was reminded  of my favorite topic “Recycling and LEED design,” words much bantered about these days.

When I was growing up in India, in our household as well as in many others, nothing was ever wasted, old empty bottles were collected, old newspapers bundled and every week a “Kabaadivala” or junk collector came by the lane shouting “Kabad.” All the housewives would come out to their doorways with their old goods to barter for shiny new utensils for empty bottles and new fabric or yarns of wool for old rags. My mother would then happily sew these fabrics into clothing, tablecloths etc. and knit sweaters in a very unisex style – a word unheard of those days. We were four siblings and the eldest wore it first and then it was handed down to the next and at the end of it, if they were still in a good condition they were passed on to relative.

Nothing was ever wasted, as leftover food was fed to animals and garden clippings turned into mulch. Houses were painted with a lime wash which came in brown paper bags not in plastic containers.

My Mom even embroidered and crocheted her silk bed sheets and tablecloths, which were then handed down to us. I have her old china, silverware, clothes (exquisite sarees made of silk chiffon studded with mother of pearl, turquoise, gold & silver threads), her old embroidered shawls and even her make-up mirror. So the saying goes, if you take care of your things there is no reason for the next generation not to enjoy them and pass them along. In this way we have a cleaner, less wasteful world with no landfills and no need to ship our garbage to third world countries. Hopefully we will follow in our mothers footsteps and leave a better world for our children – remember the saying “Old is Gold.”


My love of Gardens takes me all over the world, here are some Springtime inspirations from my travels.

I sowed the seeds of love,
‘Twas early in the Spring,
In April, May and in June likewise,
The small birds they do sing.
- anon

Villa Ephrussi de Rothshild, French Riviera

Palais Royale, Paris


Le Jardin Botanique du Val Rahmeh in Menton


Musee Carnavalet

Pacific Heights, San Francisco

Cochin, India

All above photographs taken by Anu Arora