Christmas and New Year have come and gone, there are no pipers piping to be seen, tomorrow the dec's come down - and we can start the new year for real. Another round of nature's wonderful changes, and already the bulbs in the garden are starting to poke through - it has begun.
The poor primula by the water butt doesn't know whether it is coming or going. It usually starts to flower in March or April, but it seems like the mild weather and abundance of water have tricked it into trying to lure pollinators in midwinter. They are all asleep, little flower, but I am glad to see you, however raggedy your winter form might be.
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The poor primula by the water butt doesn't know whether it is coming or going. It usually starts to flower in March or April, but it seems like the mild weather and abundance of water have tricked it into trying to lure pollinators in midwinter. They are all asleep, little flower, but I am glad to see you, however raggedy your winter form might be.
"So passed the order of the world again,
Victorious Summer crowning lusty Spring,
Rich Autumn faint with wealth of harvesting,
And Winter the earth's sleep; and then again
Spring, Summer, Autumn and the Winter's pain;
And still and still the same the years went by."
From "The Earthly Paradise" by William Morris