Posted: 01/11/2014 at 08:55
November is here and it is a lovely sunny dry day in Bristol. Some poet somewhere should celebrate that. Very few poems about November that do not bemoan the dreariness of it. I shall be too busy planting the sixty or so tulips I have just bagged up from my store, planting white training winter pansies by my Black Grass (orthopogon) and collecting bags of leaves for leaf mould. I wonder what Mr. Fothergills have in store for the Nation of Gardeners this November.