Just when I thought it was safe to spend a few more evenings by the fire with a pile of seed catalogues, cosily engaged in some armchair gardening, my computer is bombarding me with ambitious suggestions of jobs that could be tackled in the garden in January. I don’t have a blanket of snow as an excuse but fortunately rain is forecast and gale force winds are gathering pace, so, until I have narrowed down my seed choices to a realistic selection, I am content to hunker down and contemplate the emerging winter growth at a distance.
"To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears".
|Image from The Painted Garden a Year in Words and Watercolours, Running Press|