Haiku : Death in the Hollyhock

March of death : heat and insects.

New heads bloom with rainfall - on broken necks.

And Pretty Maids All in A Row

My mother says hollyhocks are always Late Latifs. Well look at these, strutting their stuff now,when the rest of the garden is going into a decline. Hollyhocks bring memories of the garden of my childhood home in Delhi.
My sister Viji would walk me around the lawn, and she would would make a 'doll' for me using a flower and a bud. Can you imagine how thrilled a little girl would be to get a doll which looked like a princess with a flowing gown?



This is the first time we've managed to grow hollyhocks like these. It's a joy to share them here.