I had never seen them before moving to Indonesia, these wonderful flowers growing from the branches of crooked, generous trees. Generous because they don’t hold on to their treasure, but sprinkle the flowers on the ground, in the water of ponds and pools, in the grass, in the hair of other trees and bushes and people too. Sprinkles of white and yellow and pink turning the whole world into a festival.
No wonder these flowers has so many names: Kamboja, Plumeria, Frangipani, Temple flower… In Sweden we have a saying: “Kärt barn har många namn.” A beloved child has many names.
♥Lene
Beautiful!!
Thank you so much!
Nydelig!
/Eva
Tusen takk!