Mata Sita Flowers

The ends of the blue Indian winter, no spring. It's cold angry few months, then the pores of the earth will settle down and letting go on a continuum than just blink of an eye tooth. The Gangetic plains are from winter to summer like a shot. Yesterday, the coats. Today the plant lush and suffer the nuisance morning sun, the heat wave that touches the fifty degrees and destroys any attempt at life as God intended.

With these few nice days last March, I present Sita Mata, a small playground in my neighborhood that have few neighbors a few years lovingly caring for (the government has enough with what you have). Sita Mata is a rectangle enclosed by cars, pedestrians refuge from noise, with a pavement once normal and especially flowers. I am no expert on flowers, maybe ud. itself. So now wears the (short) spring from India:

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