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The snow vanished as quickly as it arrived, and contrary to all expectations, there were no rotting mammoth carcasses exposed by the thaw. But now it's back again.All looks still and quiet out there. The heavy blanket is as much a duvet of silence

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

At last, the plot is free of snow. It's time to get down to some serious preparations for spring. The plot looked beautifully tidy and well kept while it was covered in snow, but after the thaw I'm fully aware of how much work there is to do

It's cold, there's snow on the ground, and all is quiet in the garden. But I've just been outside feeding the wildlife. In my case that does not mean putting up nut-filled bird feeders or hanging fat balls, it means tipping the kitchen waste

' appearance in life.The snow has gone completely now, and I take these latent packages as a good sign that spring is coming. Most hoverflies overwinter as larvae, only pupating in spring when they arouse from hibernation torper. I'll let you know when I see

're beautiful and unique, and as I admire them I always want to call up friends and invite them round to share one of nature's winter treats.Thankfully most of our garden plants are hardy enough to withstand frost and snow, but I live in hope that temperatures

What an odd assortment of weather we've had this year. In just 12 months my garden has experienced heavy snow, a spring heatwave followed by a drab, damp summer, then a second heatwave in autumn. Some parts of the country have experienced drought

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