Not being one of the very early risers the gloomy mornings are only just starting to have an impact on me. Fortunately there are only two weeks to go until the shortest day and then we will be on the up again. Winter frosts have turned most of the herbaceous borders brown which is a reminder to me to get those soggy plants removed. I was looking forlornly out of the kitchen window this morning wondering what my six would be when I realised that the garden was full of birds. The persimmon tree was hosting several species and one in particular caught my eye. Out came the book of birds and I was able to identify a redwing. Once again Mr P’s Six On Saturday regime has come up trumps. Armed with optimism I sallied forth to see what else was going on in the December garden.
One step outside the back door and the first reward was spotted, The mint that had frazzled up and died in the summer is pushing through again. This was grown from seed this year so I’m very pleased to see it’s resurgence.
Two steps more and I was reminded of the annual moss cull that takes place at this time of year. The birds descend and pull up the moss from the cracks in the paving. They fling it around with gay abandon, they have no need for the moss now. I imagine they are searching for insects. What else could it be? I have some sweeping up to do.
Down the steps, the hydrangeas are in their last throes of pinky-brown. Some have advanced further into winter foliage and some have new buds forming.
The leaves are down from the trees. There seemed to be a never-ending supply of them but now they are piled up in the leaf cage it doesn’t look like much.
Round the back in the nursery corner the salvia ‘Amistad’ that overwintered from last year is still in flower. I am coming to view this plant as a late summer contributor. I have six cuttings in the greenhouse that are doing well, so far. There have been casualties though. The salvia nemorosa caradonna cuttings have gone from three to one and the lavender looks a bit wobbly.
It feels like a few years ago now but some time in the recent past I sowed a whole packet of euphorbia oblongata seeds. Forty five I seem to remember. I managed to get three plants which hovered between life and death for some months. I tipped them out into the garden to do or die and one of them looks quite healthy now. It will, of course, die over the winter. But maybe not. I’ll keep those fingers crossed.
Fingers crossed that your winter gardening throws up some joys. I am thinking about the spring bulbs that are doing their thing below the surface at this very moment. I have also thought about slugs that are lurking so tomorrow’s job will be to clear the sogginess.