It’s been wet. It’s certainly been windy. Three named storms in a week which is a first. It’s not been cold and we’ve had a fair bit of sunshine.
The wind. Well, lots of debris and one of our neighbours trees liked our garden so much it’s tried to crash the party. Fortunately the bit of the fence it landed on is supported by a concrete post. Said neighbour is in fact deceased and the house has been looked after for the last year by her grandson, an actor called Henry. He must be touring as the place is shut up as tight as a duck’s…
Anyhoo, next week I think it’ll be chainsaws and bow saws as we tidy, but we need the saturated lawns and beds to dry off a bit first.
The rain has nicely refilled the pond and the first frog or toad spawn has arrived. We drained it off and dug out some of the leaf litter in the bottom, which has left it looking a lot better.
The working compound has had a good tidy and some of the compost dug out ready to be spread. Generally the place is looking pretty ready…
Elsewhere, we have lots of snowdrops and crocuses, hellebores and early daffodils. There are also anemones, signs of fritillaria, ribes and witchhazels. The buds are about to split on the magnolia and the daphne, quince and camellias are out.
Even the lawns have looked perkier than they have any right to.