Pastoral

'Pastoral' was the word that came to mind when I stood looking out over this scene.

The idyllic kind of 'pastoral' where you go out into the British country-side and write poetry about how much you enjoy it. 

I didn't write any poetry.

Just some blogging, here.

I do find it ironic, though, that this rare grassy area of Delhi used to be "British country-side".
Or a garden, anyway, that surrounded the Metcalfe house.

Today there's a much different set than British Raj officials milling about.

No shepherds, either.

Just some honest-to-goodness grass cutters.

You'd almost never believe you were in Delhi...

Delhi turns 100

To say that Delhi turned a hundred on December 12 is kind of funny since it has been around for centuries. But it was one hundred years ago that it became the official capital of the national government.

To mark the occasion, there have been special exhibits around the city. Some more impressive than others.
I visited a couple.

What I enjoyed the most was the long mural that wrapped around the exhibit area...

...watching the guy who was attempting to clean the display of a giant map...

...and the expanse of nice, green grass in this dense metropolis.

Taking care of the lawn

Every time I visit the Taj, I see different lawn manicuring techniques.

There's been the reel push lawn mower.

The cow mower.

And this time it was the scissors.