When you’re not gardening.

Well, I haven’t done anything really, since my last post here, short of finishing the Tyre Garden at the bottom of the garden. The back garden is looking pretty sorry for itself as Winter rolls in, and although I know it’s possible to get a splash of winter colour in with some work, it’s a project that I simply haven’t got the time or inclination for at the moment.

I am, as some people might call me, more of a seasonal gardener right now. When winter comes, I much prefer the thought of curling up indoors with a good book and a cup of coffee than slogging it away out back. But there are just one or two more jobs I’d like to get done before I hang up my tools till Spring.



It really is downhill from here on in. However, I was overjoyed to see the view from my kitchen window this morning, sun streaming through the trees and frost slowly melting to dewdrops on the lawn. The chickens weren’t too happy about it, pecking hopelessly at the frozen mud, trying to reach some wandering earthworm, protected in the warmer earth by its frosty ceiling.