It’s been a wet, wild, mild winter. Lots of storms and rain, but no snow – in fact, only a few hard frosts. Totally different to last year, when it snowed and snowed. The sun actually came out a few times this week, and I managed to get into the garden to look for signs of life. And lo! Amid all the sogginess, the snowdrops are coming out.
And – joy of joys – things are also happening in the veg patch, where the wrinkled rhubarb leaves are coming up. We have two – one is Timperly Early; I don’t know what the other is, it was a gift from my parents’ allotment.
Our building work has covered over half the veg garden; part of the rabbit fence was damaged by a digger, and another bit blew down during one of this winter’s many gales. So the veg patch is looking pretty folorn. We’re planning to move it to a corner of field nearby. It’s a bit daunting – the new patch is just tussocky grass at the moment – so we’ll see if we can get it fenced off and some beds made before spring really gets going.
We also had to take down part of the fence around the garden last year, to get the digggers in. As a result, we’ve lost a lot of plants to rabbits – and some to the chickens, as they’ve been able to get in as well. This hellebore seems to have survived the massacre well enough.
It was a seedling from my Mum’s garden – they grow like weeds for her, and cross-breed madly. I planted about 20 of her hellebore seedlings last year, but the rabbits and/or chickens have either dug them up or eaten them. I’ve learned my lesson, and I’m not planting out any more young plants until the rabbit/chicken fence is back up. Although I will miss James the hen (yep, she’s a girl, despite the name) tapping on the door when she wants a treat…