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is perhaps not a film noted for its horticulture, being much more concerned with casual dismemberment. However, there is a wonderful scene in a snow-covered Japanese garden. Admittedly it ends up spattered in scarlet, but it looks good up until then

and seedlings rather than heating the whole greenhouse. The only problem is that I soon outgrow the propagator, forcing me to move seedlings onto the cooler bench alongside. What if the snow returns?None of us wants to waste heat or money, and I'm certainly

delicious soup). Before I know it I'm dodging blackberries, pears and plums on the towpath instead of ice and snow.Just last night my girlfriend came home with a bag of cherries she'd plucked from a tree in our local park. They were delicious and sweet

a very pretty white flower. However, all this is about to change as, my friend Cleve West will be forgoing his Christmas dinner, in order that his parsnips are flowering in time to be included in the Chelsea Flower Show garden he is designing

The snow has, at least temporarily, left us. It took a long time to go, but now even the grubby snowdrifts lurking in the shelter of cold woods have finally melted, leaving weird bits of stranded debris.The loveliness and gorgeous all

what is going on.Snow is forecast so the Kodak moments are only going to get better.So even if you can't do much gardening at this time of year, at least get out there and take some photographs. In the words of  Telly Savalas in his extraordinarily

I have just ordered a whopping great pile of manure. A couple of weeks ago we finished cutting everything back and hunting down any perennial weeds that were hiding beneath the plants in readiness for mulching: had it not snowed we would have

frosts.My garden in East London hasn't seen rain since before Christmas. We've had snow, of course, and the promise of rain - dark clouds, even a thunder storm, but no water (we did have a two minute shower last Friday but it by the time I recognised

Nothing beats the warmth of the sun after a long spell of cold weather. Until recently, rain or snow has kept me indoors, thinking despondently of all the garden jobs waiting to be done.Now that temperatures are rising, so are my spirits. When I

and there are flurries of snow whipping off the roofs, and a rather disgruntled chicken is scuffling about like a well-wrapped babushka haggling in a street market in Minsk.Gardeners are obsessed with weather. It’s often too dry, too wet, too cold, too hot, not snowy