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white and clean and beautiful and the garden has no visible imperfections. On the other hand it can be jolly inconvenient and I think I'm just a little bit bored of being snowed in: I wonder how long until we get cabin fever and start hallucinating

-forgiving whiteness has gone and left behind it … well, a lot of soggy, mucky chaos. Hedges are staggering slightly after supporting all that weight and my flower borders look about as attractive as roadside ditches. I tend to leave my herbaceous plants standing

that gardeners can do really, except walk around admiring the general loveliness of all this white. Walking in snow requires a surprising amount of energy - a walk that would usually be merely invigorating has suddenly become rather exhausting.The other great

Do you remember the first plant you ever grew in your own garden? Not the mustard and cress or sunflower that you nurtured in a little patch of your parents' gardens but the first plant that you grew just for yourself?I found some ancient

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

. Sarcococca hookeriana: I drove to Devon last week with nine of these in the back of my car. The scent was amazing and, even though the plants are now happily planted in a client’s garden, the smell is still there. Plant them close to pathways6. Chitting

spiralling growth habit, has fleshy white roots that reach out in every direction and can go many feet into the ground. All the topsoil in my garden (formerly a concrete covered farmyard) was imported so a little bit must have come in with it and has spread

One of the most important traits in any gardener's character is enthusiasm. I am sure that there are other occupations/activities that foster similar outpourings in their adherents. Football (for example), food (undoubtedly), trainspotting (perhaps

Today we got our first proper frost. The roofs of the buildings are dusted with white, the grass is crispy underfoot and the seedheads are glittering with ice - at least they are when the sun breaks through the lowering cloud. All very lovely