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June 26th, 2017

How (surprisingly) green is my terrace

With great reluctance, a few days ago, I left beautiful Himachal and headed back down to the broiling plains.  In case you haven’t figured it out over the years, this part of India is one of my favourite places.  Not the crass mass-tourism of Manali, but the peaceful Tirthan Valley.

It rained quite a bit while we were up in Himachal, and so everything looked even more beautiful than it usually does.  The flowers were spectacular:

And all the fruit trees laden with apples, pears, peaches, plums…just too, too gorgeous.

Anyway, all good things must come to an end, so we drove back down into the heat and dust of north india, and home to Delhi, which is waiting for the monsoons to arrive.

After a joyous reunion with my dogs, the first thing I always do on returning home, is to check out my plants.  We don’t have a garden per se – that belongs to my mother-in-law  – but I do have a roof terrace and a balcony, so it’s plant pot central.

To my surprise, things are still growing, despite the brutal heat.

Like my lemons.  All 2 of ’em 😛

Agreed, 2 lemons is disticntly minimalist, compared to the abundance in Himachal, but hey!  A lemon is a lemon!

The bougainvillea, of course, just powers on.  This is really such a perfect plant for India, Delhi in particular.  From cold foggy winters to brutal summers, it just keeps going.

Love it.

Looks like –  yet again – my roses decided to flower while I was travelling, but considering I brought them down from the cool hills of Uttarkhand a few years ago, it’s a miracle they have survived Delhi at all.

Love my “champa” or frangipani, whose fragrance is one of those totally evocative smells, conjuring up India immediately.

The lemongrass is going great guns, despite being “drunk” each day as an infusion.

And last but not least, my diddy Xmas trees.

Dunno why these 3 are not under shade like the others – we put up shade cloth on the roof terrace, to shelter many of the plants from the heat – but these 3 seem to be doing just fine.

Now we sit & wait for the rains to arrive.

And when they do, then, and only then, I’ll finally be able to arm-twist the “mali” (gardener) into planting some of my seeds, and preparing new plant pots & those lovely hanging baskets I bought in Dehra Dun last month.  Every time I ask him to do x,y or z, his reply is the same:

“Barish ka samay” (When it’s rainy)

I know it’s because he thinks I’m a total idiot, always planting smuggled fruit pips and mango stones and lychee seeds.  The mali is more of the conventional-flowers-in-a-pot school of thought, and looks down upon my “jungli” tastes.

#realmemsahibproblem, right?!

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