Rook-my journey into a simpler life.

I have bought a land in a suburban area. Thirty perches, perched on a small hill, covered in trees so much so that there as almost no sunlight..which was what really drew me to the land. I was tired of hot weather, relentless sun....I wanted to creep into a shady area....to revive...to be born again.

This was the picture which captured me. This is actually the way to the land. Past the jak trees on the right, up the small hillock...come! see it...my Rook.

Rook/ruk in my language means trees. An apt name...there are two jak trees, 3 coconut trees, one mango tree, two graviola trees...and a nut meg tree which is just outside the border, its branches gently bowing into the Rook..

These pictures are before we cleared up a little. Our team consisted of three, Baasunnahe, a professional mason worker, who is an old family friend, and Sumathipala, a cheerful villager from the area and myself. This is after clearing up the dense undergrowth, a little:

In front is the Jak tree, with lichen on its bark.

And the happiest event of all! The previous owners of the land had done the road for me as a surprise!!!! So I could bring our little red march right up to the Rook...

I am so thankful....
And I will conclude today with this....this, that I truly believe..