Saturday, 6 March 2010

Spring has sprung, or basant has begun

March means spring. It's a short little season, wedged in between the two degree lows of winter and the searing 45 degree Sahara-dry heat of the prolonged summer. And flowers are everywhere. Just look at my balcony:

I bought an armful of flowers today (all these for 180rs, and even then I surely paid over the odds): tuberoses which have already filled the entire house with their scent, roses, these little purple Himalayan mountain flowers that I couldn't comprehend the name of. These were bought partially in in honour of Mama Desiderata's looming visit; the tornado descends tomorrow. She is not usually a fan of cut flowers, being of the opinion that if flowers are not in the ground they've been murdered, but hopefully she will be able to appreciate the beauty of the still life:

And, even better, they may well just deflect attention from the less-scrubbed corners of the flat.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Ah, Delhi's short and glorious spring...