In America we call it fireweed. This is because it is usually one of the first flowers to come back after a fire. I have tried to establish it in my woods which are burned annually but have failed consistently. I just wish we had trains in America but apparently it is not a profitable enterprise.
Succinct - says everything needed.
ReplyDeleteindeed a distant memory, fortunately trains are very much alive in India, though not very efficient but you get to reach your destination.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes, beautiful haiga. For some reason, I love "gone back to the wild" places like this.
ReplyDeleteI love the wild edges too. Excellent!
ReplyDeleteWhat grows alongside makes train journeys far more bearable!
ReplyDeleteReminds me of going back home and turning "where the railroad trestle used to be", now totally overgrown with kudzu.
ReplyDeleteThank goodness the wildness survives. A few very well chosen words.
ReplyDeleteYes, nature will take it back. I like your placement of the words on the photo. And, of course, I like both the words and the photo individually.
ReplyDeleteoh lovely.
ReplyDeleteabandoned railway lines and rosebay willowherb (sp?) were staples of my childhood. distant memories indeed.
I really like the juxtaposition of something in the past (steam trains) and something very alive and thriving now (willow herb). Very nice!
ReplyDeleteWOW! Very pretty! Love this! Lots of nice pictures here! Mary :-D
ReplyDeleteIn America we call it fireweed. This is because it is usually one of the first flowers to come back after a fire. I have tried to establish it in my woods which are burned annually but have failed consistently. I just wish we had trains in America but apparently it is not a profitable enterprise.
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