A bucolic setting?
Not exactly. The plastic cow I placed in the pot several weeks back to keep it away from my younger one's mouth. Then a couple of days back when the same kid managed to spill a bottle of mustard seeds all over the kitchen floor, I decided to throw them into the pot instead of sweeping then into the dustbin just to see what happened. Surprisingly, they germinated, and look rather nice now.
Wonder if I am going to get 'sarson ke khet' in the tiny little pot kept on my kitchen window?
Took the picture on Pongal day, because it somehow seemed appropriate. I may be totally divorced from my 'landowner' roots, but I do seem to have inherited a green thumb from the grandmother I never really liked. But of all the things she could have left me, it is the thing I most value that she did.