Only two of us for Sunday lunch today - roast pork for W and salmon goujons for me. The temperature is +2, although it went down to freezing as we climbed the hill on the way to lunch. It is a relief to see that the snow is finally on its way.
Two enterprising children came this morning and cleared my drive for me, so that by the time I returned from lunch it was absolutely clear as the bits they left had melted. All the long icicles along my guttering were dripping like mad. How good it is to see that the Beast has worn itself out.
Already I am beginning to think again about my back garden and what I intend to put in it. The lady who lived here before was not a gardener so I am left more or less with a blank canvas (other than the dreaded Marestail, which I am going to have to learn to live with.) My first job is to get my gardener to take out two or three old shrubs, dig the smallish border over and then plant it with herbaceous plants. I already have in mind one or two perennial geraniums, some hellebores, some irises and spaces for annuals. Summer bulbs may well feature too and winter flowering heathers. The space I have is large enough to make a nice bed but small enough to be kept under control.
Above it is a rockery which has no plants in it at all so I shall buy a dozen or so rock plants and see what happens when they are put in and start to grow. All quite exciting really. The other side is the bit with the marestail- for the time being that lies dormant.
As I write and look out of the window, the white snow has turned a dirty grey colour and is shrinking before my eyes. The sky is a darker grey colour and it is very misty. Somebody in the South of the country (think it was either Derek or Rachel) speaks of sunshine today. I would give anything to see the sun. It has been absent for many days.