Winter Musings
The incessant rain paused today, just long enough to do a couple of jobs. A sprinkling of blood, fish and bone around the rhubarb before a liberal mulch of compost. Removing the old slimy leaves of the rainbow chard. Then, as the rain started again, it was back into the greenhouse, potting on the sage cuttings I took at the back end of last summer, and cutting back the Cannas, as the rain pitter pattered on the glass roof. January came in as January does, the full gamut if weather; wet, windy, mild - snow, freezing overnight, turning crisp, crunchy snow into packed ice, leading to slippery pavements and treacherous driving conditions. The garden, as ever, remained stoic, wintering. The calendar may say we are at the start, but really we are in the middle of winter - the darkest, coldest period of our year. It may be a time of resolutions and new starts, but also it teaches us that rest is not emptiness, but preparation. Preparation for the coming year can be found in many...
