Rather alarmingly, another year has slipped
by in what seems like considerably less than 12 months.
Weatherwise there was, of course, the total summer no-show,
but when I penned a list of things that I remember about
2007, it was a year as peppered with good things as it was
with disappointment.
I prefer a winter that has a good spell of cold snaps to
one that muffles us in a false sense of security, and we
had enough frost in the garden to hammer the cannas where,
several years in a row, their ground level shoots have remained
untouched. Mildness is an apparent luxury of London gardening,
but winter frosts that fail to penetrate the soil are easy
on the ground slugs that continue to feed when plants are
at their most vulnerable. Aphids also luxuriate in the balminess
and are out there way before they should be, spreading virus
through my daffodils.
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