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Not a lot of gardening has gone on across the nation since we last met. We still have about six inches of snow and I am thankful I have three pairs of my warmest socks, otherwise things might be getting a bit cheesy round here.There is not much

comfort and less space for carrying bags of cement. Last week I sold the most recent Land Rover in order to trade it in for a less thirsty vehicle.Big mistake. Two days later it started snowing and, at the time of writing, we're under about six inches

the whole world over, there is one pretty serious problem: snow.In England we grumble about a light flurry. “Oh no” we cry, “everything is ghastly, there will be traffic chaos”. The Russians, I promise you, have it much worse. Admittedly, they have the kit

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

I don't know about you lot but I'm extremely bored of snow, frost and cold, and I need something distinctly unwintery to lift my spirits.I could eat a lot of chocolate, which would be comforting, though probably not a very good idea if I wish

Happy Christmas - I hope that you are all rosy of cheek, tousled of appearance and brimming with goodwill to all men, women, children and close relations.The chances that this Christmas will have snow is anybody's guess but we might get slightly

We have all been much preoccupied recently with snow and cold (especially those of us whose offices are inadequately heated, and have to sit and write with rugs around their knees, like pensioners on a Baltic cruise).The weather definitely put a

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

the season. Which plants you cut back depends so much on personal taste and weather - lots of rain or heavy snow tends to make everything go 'flumpf' earlier (flumpf is, of course, a well-known horticultural term describing the process of plant collapse). It