Winter Is Its Own Spring

I mean, look at it!?

Tiger eye violas make an arresting appearance

I met someone at a party recently who was unbelieving of the fact that one can willingly venture out in a garden in North Indian winter to enjoy some nature.

The gardener in me proceeded to animatedly explain how winter is a delightful time to tend to plants, esp. flowering ones, in a tropical country like ours. Barring two or three extremely cold weeks, we’re having temperatures swinging in 20°C — 5°C range recently. Lots of opportunities to grow a rainbow salad on any piece of earth. And if you know what works, it’s a riot of colours and fragrance!

Winter hosts its own carnival before Spring steps in months later :)

One of the early bloomers in this year’s dahlia patch

I’m smug about my first blue cornflower! I’ve been growing the pink and white versions for three years

Blood like splotch bordering these unusual pansies… & someone has feasted happily on the left bud too | A scene of crime?

Pink rose shrub doing its thing

Previous tenants had these feisty marigolds… The old ones had died back, but winter saw them re-emerging from seeds

There’s no such thing as too many roses

It’s fragrant at the edge of the alyssium forest

No corner left dull

The winter garden is a beloved picnic spot for me and the wild animals and insects.

Photos © Writer

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