Back in my impatient young head-gardener days, I used to find January never-ending: a long, bleak month when nothing much happened. Older and wiser, I nowadays recognise January as a lovely, calm, quiet sort of month, where the garden plays host to sweeping flocks of blue tits, nervous blackbirds scratching about and fearless little robins vying over a tasty morsel disturbed by my activity. A cold, crisp, sunny day is ideal for pottering about the garden, and a brilliant time for pruning – especially apple and pear trees.
At home, my dainty little apple tree has been espaliered into submission. To stop it outgrowing its bounds, I give it a good prune every summer, followed up diligently by another snipping session in winter. Whatever the woody plant, I always adopt…
