Rooftop garden in February, North India Photo journal
A riot of colours in our Rooftop garden, just in time to welcome the festival of colours, Holi.
When words escape, flowers speak.
~ Bruce W. Currie
Won't you come into my garden? I would like my roses to see you.
~ Richard Sheridan
Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul.
~ Luther Burbank
Bloom where you are planted!
~ Mary Engelbert
Spring is nature's way of saying, "Let's party!"
~ Robin Williams
Margaritas going berserk with joy
Margaritas with their new friend sweet peas
Gentle Cosmos flutter in the breeze
Juhi or Jasmine
Open afresh your rounds of starry folds, Ye ardent Marigolds.
~ John Keats
Heavenly scented Tangerine flowers!
A papery flower, yet to find its name
Just living is not enough ... One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
~ Hans Christian Anderson
This one is a tiny wildflower. It's growing under the cool shade of Petunias.
A tiny variety of perhaps wild pea, grew on its own and it's so very welcome! I love these wild and delicate flowers that grow on their own.
Each flower touches my soul and gives me indescribable joy.
Science, or Para-science, tells us that geraniums bloom better if they are spoken to. But a kind word every now and then is really quite enough. Too much attention, like too much feeding, and weeding and hoeing, inhibits and embarrasses them.
~ Victoria Glendinning
I remember painting them umpteen times practicing for my class ten board exams.
A variety of Verbena
All flowers are my favourites as each is as beautiful as the other.
Phlox of course
Photo credits: Swati Sharma