This time, nearly two years ago, I was in another state, in a place worlds apart from where I sit and type this now. I found these pictures today and was reminded of spending Pongal, the harvest festival, with some fantastic people in the hills of Tamil Nadu. Here is the story:
The gods for that day's prayers are fashioned out of fresh cow dung and decorated with some of the prettiest wild flowers. The brass lamp may be a more modern, Brahminical addition, but everything else is picked up from the land and left back there, from mud to mud.