There are many around the world looking at snow in immense proportions, I am not one of them. Others who are facing howling blizzards and torrential rain, again I am not. When I complain of cold weather it is of typical English winter cold.
We think it is cold here when temperatures hit freezing. We complain this year because it cannot make up its mind - freezing for a few days, relatively mild for another few days. How can we keep changing our internal thermometer's we grumble. Really, compared to some of the world, the UK, and especially my little part of it, has had a pretty good winter.
However, with no apology, it is too cold for me to venture out. This is because heart and lungs are now reduced to a very thin tolerance of difference. Freezing is freezing wherever one lives. Wind chill is a factor everywhere in the world. So, although I have scuttled out on milder days and managed some clipping and twig pruning, the total time can be added to less than a few hours over the winter period.
I am reduced to watching my garden grow from the windows.
I wasn’t ever an enthusiastic winter girl but I could manage to do the necessary.
Since I decided on changing the entire garden to suit my declining gardening abilities, I have planted dozens of flowering plants, wild flowers, cottage garden plants, shrub and climbers. They are low and sparse at the moment but this summer I think they will be amazing - I hope. So while I sit here looking out of the windows I plan.
Plan more plants,
Plan more containers filled with more plants.
Plan winter flowering plants and shrubs.
'Tis what one does when watching a garden one cant get out into.
When I moved bedrooms last year I had not realized what a difference garden watching would produce. Splendid views and spaces I need to fill with interest from this angle. More dimensions needed.
View from a chair
View from wandering window to window
View from being outside.
On my quick trips to the great outdoors I have tutted over the spring flowers fooled, by milder weather, into erupting from their warm soil too early and now being battered by frost, snow and wild winds.
The same goes for the birds - fooled and foiled by the ever changing weather here this winter. Plants can recover better than the birds and my anxiety is for them. Some mornings there is spring bird song out there other mornings winter calls. They are as confused as the rest of us.
Ah well. In a fortnight it is officially spring here and if history is anything to go by we will probably have bitingly cold weather.
I love my garden but. . .