Unlike other temperate-climate places in the world, which have the standard four seasons, here, an active monsoon is also there
Raaja Bhasin
For those to whom the hills of Himachal are home, they have their own little indices, that announce a change of season.
For most, an end to winter is simply a brighter sun that moves steadily towards the summer solstice; for others it is the bearable temperature of water in the taps and streams and for still more, it is the magnificent rhododendrons that march across the hills with their deep red flowers and stab the forests with bright colour. My own little markers are on an old stone retaining wall covered with wild bergenia and their flowering marks the arrival of spring for me.
Spring opens the first of Himachal’s five seasons. Unlike most other temperate-climate places in the world, which have the standard four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, here, an active and pronounced monsoon is also there.
Summer may be somewhat dry, but its thunderstorms raise that rare culinary delicacy, the gucchi, the dark edible morel. And at the same time, the open grasslands, the meadows, the little sheltered nooks under the cedars are full of wild daisies and buttercups.
As June comes to an end or as July begins, a fine clear day may give way to grey tracer streaks across the sky. The fine lines turn into a phalanx of clouds that seem to have eyes and unwavering stares. The pupils are dark and around them billow flimsy strands in their irises —and are light, almost iridescent.
source - https://www.tribuneindia.com/news/weekly-pullouts/himachal-tribune/queen-of-hills-a-land-of-five-seasons/784964.html
Raaja Bhasin
For those to whom the hills of Himachal are home, they have their own little indices, that announce a change of season.
For most, an end to winter is simply a brighter sun that moves steadily towards the summer solstice; for others it is the bearable temperature of water in the taps and streams and for still more, it is the magnificent rhododendrons that march across the hills with their deep red flowers and stab the forests with bright colour. My own little markers are on an old stone retaining wall covered with wild bergenia and their flowering marks the arrival of spring for me.
Spring opens the first of Himachal’s five seasons. Unlike most other temperate-climate places in the world, which have the standard four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, here, an active and pronounced monsoon is also there.
Summer may be somewhat dry, but its thunderstorms raise that rare culinary delicacy, the gucchi, the dark edible morel. And at the same time, the open grasslands, the meadows, the little sheltered nooks under the cedars are full of wild daisies and buttercups.
As June comes to an end or as July begins, a fine clear day may give way to grey tracer streaks across the sky. The fine lines turn into a phalanx of clouds that seem to have eyes and unwavering stares. The pupils are dark and around them billow flimsy strands in their irises —and are light, almost iridescent.
source - https://www.tribuneindia.com/news/weekly-pullouts/himachal-tribune/queen-of-hills-a-land-of-five-seasons/784964.html
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