We have had some proper winter here, at last with a smattering of snow and some frost, to add to the usual deluges. The colour has been green and brown with the odd pink hellebore and yellow crocus and witch hazel. It’s a structural month where the trees show all their workings like a maths problem and the beds are laid bare for the early signs of what’s happening below the surface.
The boggy grass and beds has meant we’ve left well alone and some of the jobs will be delayed a little. But there time enough to prepare. Next week, if it’s not too wet, we will prune the apple and cherry and I can continue to relay the edges for the paths that have sunk over the last two years.
And then there’s always space for Dog….