It seems like a matter of just a few weeks since British Summer Time ended, and the clocks were put back an hour. I confess to an initial relish of the darker evenings and the excuse to sit down, relax and recover from a season of rushing around in our green spaces. But now I’m beginning to get a bit twitchy.
I’m tired of ‘Strictly I’m a Celebrity Dancing on Ice’, or whatever is offered up for our televisual delectation these days. And, I’m sure, like me, you miss the warm, balmy evenings, watering, feeding, weeding and gardening like an Olympian. I long for my glorious summer garden, filled with fabulous blooms, intoxicating scent, swaying grasses, and pollinators buzzing lazily through the borders. Yet, in the midst of the coldest,…
