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garden. (They remind me of a grubby area outside White City tube station.)I’d sooner have a garden packed with wintersweet, Chimonanthus praecox, which comes alive in later winter with drop-dead gorgeous flowers and a heavenly fragrance. Another favourite

-headed gull that you are most likely to see far inland. Indeed, many books make the point that it cannot really be called a ‘sea’ gull. These are the raucous white spots attentively following the tractor as it ploughs the dark lowland soil

that fades when cooked. Good creamy white flesh with a deep flavour.'Heather' (second early)A dense, heavy, waxy texture with a classic, slightly sweet taste. Heavy yield, easy to grow.'Maris Peer' (second early)White flesh and an earthy taste. Not as waxy

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

pallid nymphs make the white frothy gobs of cuckoo spit as they feed by sucking plant sap. There are dozens of them. And not only are they hopping about on the sunny foliage, they’re busy having sex too. Perhaps this is a bit ambitious, given that they

weather.Whenever it snows I always feel nervous seeing my onions, shallots and garlic disappear beneath a white carpet. I don’t know why – they’re entirely hardy and can cope with the plummeting temperatures.Our plucky rescue hens also seem to be taking

and am on the verge of calling it a day when my eye is caught by a slight disturbance extreme stage right. Six or eight small-to-medium-sized birds are silhouetted against the white houses as they land in the topmost twigs of a straggling pear or apple

: The wood anemone. You don’t have to have a wood to grow this little plant. Underneath deciduous shrubs or in a shady corner will do fine. Also comes in white and a sort of washy pink. But I would stick with the first two.

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

that I can bring a few sprigs laden with red berries indoors as decorations. And if I get the timing right there are also pots of deliciously fragrant paper-white narcissus at their best to cheer-up a cool window sill.One tradition I remember the late