Finally we are experiencing more seasonal temperatures for the time of year; it seems a long time since the last couple of frosts back in late November. I thought my greenhouse heater was going to blow up when I turned it on owing to the number of cobwebs draped over it! The roses, which just the other day were looking as though they were trying to flower, have begun to show signs of several nights of zero degrees.
The sweetpeas were bursting with enthusiasm and it has been like holding back a herd of charging elephants but hopefully they might now return to a slower pace ready for flowering in March. It’s always a worry when they leap into flower too early and then drop their buds. Never a dull moment in the world of growing.
For the first time in days the sun is shining and I’m thinking of all the bulbs which should have been planted weeks ago but are still sitting in the shed, sprouting green shoots. Confused rose bushes are wondering why they haven’t been pruned and a couple of daffodils have made an embarrassed appearance at the top of the garden. This winter so far has been one of mud-management with any venture outside requiring wellies and the kitchen floor is an ever changing mosaic of muddy paw prints.
The Chimonanthus is doing much to raise our spirits, sharing its glorious scent with everyone who passes, it’s heady aroma and warm yellow flowers are such a rich and welcome surprise at this time of year when colour and scent are scarce.