I've been lacking recently in the garden department and it has been bothering me. A lot. Autumn came and went without any bulb planting..bother. Then Christmas came and went, along with a house full of visitors, without any pots planted up with 'winter interest'..more bother. If I hadn't been so stressed I would have cringed with embarrassment at the pots of dead summer bedding jostling for space on our patio. Well, OK, I did cringe with embarrassment. A lot.
Anyway, last weekend I actually spent some time in the garden and potted up some primulas, some grape hyacinth and my first hellebore.
It made me feel good to be pottering outside again and even better that our patio looks pretty again.
"Right, I'm ready for Christmas!" I declared to Anth.
"What on earth do you mean?" he asked.
I explained that now I had sorted out my pots our visitors could arrive for Christmas..
"Huh, a bit too late for that.." he said.
Hmm. But the funny thing is Christmas sort of arrived.. well the snow did. Now when I say snow I mean the rest of the UK has ground to a stand still but here in South Devon..we have sun.
That was until 3.30pm when a few flakes fluttered past the window.
The excitement levels were high.
The cats were intrigued and bewildered, but looked so cute with snowflakes upon their whiskers and their sweet little paw prints in the snow. Ok, ok, I did make them go out in it but it was all for the photo opportunity - serious cute factor- but not for long..honestly!
And suddenly my spring flowers didn't look quite so spring-like.
And for those of you who are quietly chuckling at the fuss over a light dusting of snow, I can only smile along with you and hope like mad it will still be with us tomorrow.
