You know how some moths take on the patterns of some butterflies to escape their predators? Well, there's a weedy little thing in the kadipatta pot that's pretending to be an offshoot and a grassy thing that thinks it'll pass off as the real mccoy in the bamboo planter.
Meanwhile, the mogras are blooming, the raat ki raanis are happy and all the bulbs I picked up during the garden story have put down roots and decided they'll stay. The plants with the blue flowers are climbing up the walls and the runner beans have offered them company promising a dash of scarlet to offset that glorious blue.
Only the lavender put her foot down when it rained non-stop for two days a couple of weeks ago. "Aargh, I hate it," I heard her say a bit too late as she turned black with rage. She's calmed down and brilliantly scenting the balcony now but I think it's time to call in her children.