The year started dry and mild and chilled noticeably. We’re told an artic dome is expected this weekend, which sounds a tad brisk for my liking. It does mean that the early signs of seasonal spring have been held back from previous years and we have had a fair bit if rain lately, which isn’t a bad thing to keep the aquifers full.
The early plants – crocuses, snowdrops and hellebores – have faded, though the hellebores have managed a little extra. And primroses and some others have kept us amused
And while the daffodils are now well advancing and the fritillarias and tulips making statements, they have some way to go to reach full speed.
Tree blossom, in the guise of early cherry and magnolias are behind where they were last year and the year before but we do have some making progress alongside some heathers too.
And the lawn has been perky enough for a cut, though it will probably be another three weeks before we go again. I’ve ordered and aerator and four tonne of lawn dressing for Easter when the spring preparation work will commence. This year, with the family wedding set now for August, covid permitting, means I will ignore the siren voices telling me that a lawn is the worst sort of gardening abuse a man can inflict on his plot. One of our TV gardening heroes here, Monty Don has basically rubbished the trimmed lawn as being an ecological disaster, up there with dead coral reefs, microplastics and four stomached ruminants. Sorry, Minty, next year maybe I’ll revisit what I do but this year the planet will have to spin on its axis, rather than progress.
And all the while, Dog does a’sniffing go….