Working with Nature
THERE are a few daffodils already flowering in the village below my cottage, a sure sign of a mild winter. The wild snowdrops are well out, having appeared as if from nowhere in the past two weeks. They grace the banks along the deep-cut lanes and grow in clumps wherever they see fit. It is always a wonder to me why some plants like one little spot and totally shun an area a few feet away. As with so much of Nature, it’s sometimes a pleasure not to know everything and simply marvel at it.
I’m planning a new vegetable plot, which will involve building a rabbit-proof fence, as the local population certainly doesn’t need any encouragement to visit the garden. I’m also researching what to grow in a herbaceous border on the north side of the house. The appropriate roses are already in and the pleasure of scanning my gardening books for suitable plants and bulbs has completely lifted the winter’s gloom.
Next, there’s a stretch of woodland filled with ancient yew trees, among other specimens, that need thinning out to let in more light. It’s going to be busy, but that’s the way I like it. MH