One of the wonderful things about a garden is watching it change over the seasons. On the right is the champa tree that grew in a pot on my terrace in Delhi. I tried to bring some plants with me when I moved to Dehradun, not because they were rare or unavailable, but because left on the hot terrace they may die. I was particularly fond of this champa, and it managed the journey in a truck, and has grown bigger here.
There was rain and hail covered the lawn in October 2014.
In November the marigolds glowed like lights in the twilight.
The marigolds continued to bloom in December, along with button chrysanthemums.
A new year had begun, and passion flowers bloomed on the wall.
Though it was still cold there were quite a few flowers in February, including roses and pansies.
In March the Iris were flowering.
In April the garden was full of flowers of all kinds.
The garden continued to be in full bloom in May.
There were not that many flowers in June. It was time to go to the nursery and plant some seedlings.
As the monsoon broke, the plants were drowned in rain. At the back of the house, the rain-fed Bindal river began to flow.
The garden changed with the seasons–one year had passed.
