March 11th, 2018

Now, about our wonderful Delhi weather…

Many, many moons ago, an Indian friend visiting England for the first time, said he had finally understood the British obsession with talking about the weather.

Since Blighty can experience several weather changes in one day, small wonder, he said, that we talk about it all the time.  Always an evolving topic of conversation.

Here in Delhi, the weather isn’t unpredictable the way it is in England.

Winters are short, chilly and terrifyingly polluted.

Holi comes, and we head towards summer, which is always long – very long – and hot.

The rains come and wash everything clean.

Then it’s hot and sticky.

Then it’s Diwali, and it all starts cooling down and we’re back with winter again.

In between these fixed weather patterns, we have a couple of months of pure perfection.  Usually late Feb/March.  And November.  For these 2 short periods, Delhi is delightful, weather-wise at least.

Right now, the weather is so wonderful, so perfect that if I had the God-given ability to press the pause button, I would do so, and we could all enjoy this gorgeous weather for ever.

The mornings are chilly enough to require a light jacket when I head out to run.  The evenings need a shawl, if you’re sitting outside.  The days are hot (I love the heat, by the way) but not brain-fryingly hot.  The air seems cleaner and clearer (though actually, it is still very polluted) and the other night, we actually saw stars from our roof terrace.  Can’t remember the last time I saw stars in Delhi.

All of which is to say that Delhi is looking pretty darn perfect right now, aided and abetted of course by the gardens which are at their peak

Yes, you’re right.  This is by way of another blog about my urban garden 😛

Guilty as charged.

But when everything looks so good, it’s a shame not to share and enjoy, nah?

Because right now, here and now, in the moment…everything looks too lovely.

I am thrilled that all my lovely Christmas poinsettias are still thriving.  Fingers crossed that they survive the onslaught of summer.

In a few weeks, mark my words, all my petunias and dahlias will have wilted, and the beautiful roses (below) that I bought in the hills of Uttarkhand years ago will have dropped their petals.

Only the bougainvillea will soldier on, regardless, during the brutal heat that (apparently) awaits us this summer.

My Easter lilies are beginning to appear.


Cue for me to remark, as I do every year, that I have NO idea how they know it’s Easter, since Easter is a moveable feast…and yes, I know, I know you’ve all heard it before, but still, every year I marvel at Mother Nature.

My bird of paradise is looking as wonderfully OTT as ever. Such a smashing flower:


As of 2 days ago, we have started swathing the house in shade-cloth – well, the balconies, that is – in an attempt to keep a little cooler and protect us/the dogs/the birds/the squirrels/the plants from the sun.

We will remain with this green-ish cast to our lives until about September, if other years are anything to go by.

But, having said that, we are definitely putting up shade cloth earlier this year than other years, so this climate change scenario is most definitely happening.

As we do every year, we have left “access” points for the birds, so that they can fly inside/under the shade cloth and nibble at my plants and – very excitingly – make their nests and lay their eggs amongst our flowers.

Most years we have a tailor bird couple that laboriously stitches a nest from leaves, and we always have bulbuls and mynahs making nests.

I wonder how long it will take the birds and the squirrels to figure out access to the bird feeders we now have?

Let’s see.

I give it one day, and they’ll all be happily ducking inside the shade cloth, to access the 24/7 buffet of millet.

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3 comments to Now, about our wonderful Delhi weather…

  • Anne Marie Phillips

    Ok then. It’s good to know the best time to visit. India is on our list, ever since Martin came there for work, back in 1984!! So it should be Feb/March. I will remember that. He came in June in the monsoon. Your plants look glorious by the way. I am very envious. Our snowdrops are flourishing and the daffodils are peeping through. At least the snow has gone.

  • christine

    Sounds like spring is about to get sprung in your garden, too!

  • Anne-Marie Phillips

    Oh I do hope so. We have managed to persuade my parents to move nearer to us. They are moving to a retirement village near us. Mum is desperately looking forward to better weather. They hate winter. We were afraid they would not survive another winter in the house. They are very frail. Dad is 93 today!!! Amazing. I just want them to be safer.
    Anyway roll on summer.

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