What a difference latitude makes!
Here in Delhi, I've arrived to poppies, snapdragons, hollyhocks, dahlias and bourgainvillea in riotous bloom! Not to mention hibiscus, gerberas, verbena and amaryllis! It makes my gardening limbs ache! How I long to grab a fork and get digging.
Alas, while we are surrounded by lovely communal parks, they are strictly the domain of the local malis, or gardeners, who are themselves beholden to local ladies of influence. I say "communal parks" (they are owned by the city and maintained by our local resident's association)... but given India's propensity for simmering, nasty, centuries-long territorial disputes, you have to be very careful how and where you tread!
Our lovely park, pictured, seems to be the unofficial domain of a lady neighbor, let's call her Mrs Verma. She's a very pretty, pleasant lady with a quick smile and long beautiful hair. She lives next door to us in a building of three flats, all occupied by her extended family.
In England, when a lady does her gardening... she might don some gloves, grab her pruning shears and sun hat and gently sweat over her roses... Here, ladies never, ever break a sweat.