En route from Bangalore to Chikkamagalooru. Rows and rows and rows of marigold flowers, bordered by bluish mountains and topped by an overcast sky. Picture postcard perfect.
The driver was instructed to stop the vehicle immediately. Stepping down into the fields happened promptly. The OH and I and his family stood waist deep in marigolds, in different permutations and combinations, getting our photographs taken. Much fun and uproarious laughter ensued.
Rows and rows and rows of orange bounty. Rows and rows and rows of delight. Isn’t there something very special about marigold fields that fills the heart with delight at the very sight of them?
I shall always think of these orange balls of happiness whenever I need some cheer.