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Gardeners (like opposition politicians) quite enjoy a bit of a moan. In the case of politicians then almost any excuse will do: for gardeners it is usually the weather. It's seldom perfect and in recent weeks all of us have had more rain than

advantage of snow is that I cannot see the tangled mess of decaying foliage that I know lurks just beneath it. At the moment everything is clean and neat. This will not last.In the next week or so the rain will come, the air temperature will rise

It's blackberry time - not those machines, without which many "suits" would feel emasculated, but fat berries swollen by rain and aching for crumble. The blackberry bramble is a weed, and the perfect example of a plant simply growing in the wrong

Last Sunday evening the rain, that had been pouring down all day, turned to snow. Had I not had to spend at least part of the evening towing stuck motorists up a steep hill in the village, it would have been very pretty to watch. It stopped falling

When I was at school we used to sing a song (to the tune of Men of Harlech) which went "Tramp up Snowdon, with our woad on. Never mind if we get rained or snowed on!" It was a sort of homage to our hardy ancestors running around painted with blue

What a glorious week it has been (with apologies to those in other places who have had torrential rain/snow/hailstones the size of gulls eggs/unseasonal drought etc).Every morning at about 7:15 we walk around the fields - with such clear skies

Every morning before breakfast we go for a walk through the surrounding fields. We miss out on Sundays but are pretty conscientious every other day of the year. Except when it is absolutely tipping it down with rain - which, and this is a slight

Today is a wet, windy, cold, miserable, dreary, murky, depressing, cheerless, uninspiring and downright dingy day. It has not stopped raining and it always seems as if darkness is about to fall. It is the sort of day when only the very dedicated

After all the winds and rain that swept through earlier in the week (and which washed away poor Pippa's iris) a calm has descended on this part of the world.Wandering around this morning I've noticed that spring has been inching in under cover

are beginning to turn, the apples are ready, the Nerines are just starting and the last tomatoes are still warm in the greenhouse.Enjoy it now because tomorrow anything could happen (and, probably, it will rain).