Coming back to the garden
I never garden in winter. I can't really see the point of winter gardens with dogwoods and snowdrops even though I have plenty of both. In winter I come inside and read and knit and crochet and write. I hate getting cold and wet in the garden and I quite like it every year when the time comes when everything stops growing and there is nothing I can do. It is done for another year. Close the door, light the lamps, pull your chair to the fire. This year however I have turned my back on the garden in a big way. Usually in winter I do at least some thinking and dreaming. By January I am starting to engage with the idea of gardening and I might read about gardens or spend time making up plant lists or musing about what to do in one area or another. This year I did none of that. I had lost my gardening mojo. I had fallen out of love. I think there were two strands to that. One was the extent to which over the late summer an...