As Flanders and Swann memorably sang, “It’s bloody January again”! Winter has well and truly arrived and the garden is now asleep. If you have kept on top of the garden debris of the dead of last year’s growth, then all should be under control. But what if it is not? And what does this mean? Continuing to clear up the mess. Again, so what should we do?
Winter has arrived and the garden is has largely gone to sleep. It said this about November, but it is still true. All around us is the dead and dying of this year’s growth. And what does this mean? Continuing to clear up the mess. Again, so what should we do?
I am ambivalent about winter – the cold, the wet, the London slush in the place of snow. My garden reflects all of this and more. The absence of colour, dead perennials rotting on the ground with the fallen leaves I am too lazy to collect from the garen, which now seems almost devoid of birds. With the promise of spring and summer just round the corner, isn’t it correct to hate winter?
Gladstone Park is my local. I’m afraid that I don’t go there as often as I should, but knowing it is there is an immense comfort and it undoubtedly serves as welcome urban lung for crowded Brent.
