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ELLIS' GARDEN 10 AUG 21

 

WATER LILIES

 

LT COL NOEL ELLIS

 

10/VIII/2021

 

As we drove down to this remote place, we passed by a village called Kurul. It was lotus season and the pond along the road was teeming with conventional ‘Lotus’ flowers. There was a path way which led to a huge man made lotus. I recognised it, as I had seen it on a programme ‘Highway on my Plate’.

 

On one end of the pond is a temple, with steps leading down to the water’s edge. One can find village folk washing clothes. A few amateur anglers with improvised fishing rods also try their luck. During the rainy season, water level rises till the brim. Lotus crop is good in this two-acre pond.

 

In our colony, we have these huge ‘saucers’ at various locations for water lilies. Bluish lilies grow in them. One got fascinated with them but then somehow we were in a lookout for a suitable container which soon materialized. Keeping the best out of waste as the basic theme, we got hold of an old discarded wash basin lying in scrap and that has been holding our water lilies ever since.

 

The new lily plant settled down in its new habitat. Since then we have had a lily bloom every day. Each flower blooms for a couple of days. Then it loses its tautness and falls, a new bud emerges to replace it. The old flower falls into water and turns to manure.

 

There is only a single coloured lily in the colony. One wanted to diversify the colours. As a collector of multiple colours, like our hibiscus collection, one wanted to diversify the water lily collection. It was during an online search one found an assortment of colours available. New colours would definitely add freshness and zing to the garden.  Seeds arrived and then the eagerness to get them going started.

 

As the instructions mentioned, the blunt end of the seed needs to be sandpapered or scraped well before planting. Lily seeds have two ends, one a pointed one and the other with a little depression. That is the end which has to be scraped to expose the whitish kernel inside to start the germination process.

 

Water lily seeds are extremely hard. One can compare them with a small stone. Scraping facilitates the first leaf to wriggle out of its hard shell. Having scraped them, seeds are supposed to be sunk in a glass of water for a couple of days, with a change of water every day.

 

Once the seeds were dipped and left to soak, a hunt for the container started. Once with us, the new sprouts would be shifted outdoors. These lilies need adequate space to spread their wings.

 

Just to check out and thank our old water lily plant, one tried to lift the plant and have a look at its roots. One remembers that we had made a viscous mix of cow dung manure, mud and water and left it to settle for a couple of days, till the manure started to break down. Only after that did we introduce the water lily plant to it.

 

It took a couple of days for the new plants to settle down. Initially, the two plants wilted. Their buds which were showing also fizzled. A few leaves turned yellow but plants were alive. We had issues with our street dog, as for him it was a new watering hole. Later he did not like the flower & would bite its neck off.

 

Out of two, one plant survived. We do not know the reason. What I reckoned was lack of space may have taken its toll. The mud-manure mix could have been too concentrated was another reason. Finally, one plant settled down. It is healthy and surviving till date.

 

On inspection of the existing plant, one found that the mesh of roots has eaten away everything which was added to the basin. Now what exists is thickly entwined roots only. Their density is so much that one cannot even poke a stick through them. Roots now need to be pruned. Fresh manure and soil needs to be added to give it more vitality.

 

Roots were another reason why the water was not holding in the container. All the water we were adding or what was falling as rain, spilled over the brims. It doesn’t seep down to the roots below. Water, mud and manure are the mainstay of these lilies and have to be maintained constantly.

 

Our experiment with lily seeds is taking shape and results eagerly awaited. Two seeds have sprouted. If the colour is common, then some friend would be the lucky recipient of a present.

 

Lilies have caught our fascination and brought a smile every day. What colour would these seeds reveal? I wonder!!!!!!!!!!

 

JAI HIND

© NOEL ELLIS

 





 

 

 

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