When the ground is frozen I find it hard to get outside in the garden. I am not precious about the lawn so I am not one who fears to tread on it in case it gets damaged, but I cannot weed successfully with frozen solid ground. The mildness of the month has meant that weeds are still growing. I actually don't mind weeding most of the time, I find it useful and meditative to get down close to the soil and see what is going on. This time of year I enjoy seeing what is starting to grow, which to me is always a sign of hope that Spring is returning.
So what of January in the garden: I shall start with a rare view of my front garden. It looks a mess, I know that. One day it will be a knot garden, one day I will like it and be happy with it......
..... but not yet. The box cuttings that were tiny when planted are starting to knit together a bit now and that makes me happier, but at the moment its just scrappy.
Cynara cardunculus is doing really well. I grew these from seeds and planted them when I first arrived in this garden. These were planted before I moved in properly, I planted about eight of them altogether, now I only have three left as they swamped things a bit but I wanted something big and bold to get the garden started.
The pond border is not really any more colourful - it looks quite sparse.
The border was only extended in the Autumn so it not trouble me too much that it looks fairly empty at the moment. The wallflowers are waiting to do their thing. I still have alot in the vegetable beds that never got planted out, they are sort of weed suppressent at the moment.
As I move walk further down the garden, into the wild area, the snow drops are starting to open in amoungst what should be grass but is rather a carpet of weeds. Still pretty though. The wild area always does spring best I think. It is here that it really shows well.
I did do something very brave. I tackled one of my compost heaps. I generate a lot of garden waste, some of it in compost bins but a lot just in piles near the vegetable patch. I have always been wary of digging into them in case rats or something jumped out at me but I decided to throw caution to the wind and move some of the pile into the proper compost bin as the level had settled right down.
and finally, as is now tradition, the pond. The pond is pretty much full, not quite but most of the edging stones that should be touching the water now are. I reckon about another inch and it will be as full as it gets. I know this photograph is a bit dark but I liked the reflection and Chesney posing on the edge.
Thanks as ever to Helen for hosting this meme.