Friday’s snowfall continued late into the evening, as the temperatures plummeted further. A thermometer probe just outside the window measured a low of -8 degrees Centigrade overnight. Saturday morning brought clear blue skies and sunshine, as we skittered and slipped our way down the hill into the village to collect the paper.
The sun tried its best, but temperatures have barely, if at all, nudged above freezing for days, leaving careless sweeps of snow still hanging around the garden and fields. Yesterday’s watery pastel colours have today been smudged out with leaden skies, which brought a light dusting of fresh snow this morning.
Footprints just outside the kitchen door show that the birds have been boldly seeking food in this harsh landscape.
The cabbages remain perky beneath the weight of their blanket; the blueberry still resolute.
The holly tree at the bottom of the garden rather optimistically began to flower last week, though the creamy white petals of the first open flowers have withered and turned brown quickly in the snow, and the remaining buds look less rosy today than they did a few days ago…
From examining the structure of the open holly flowers (with prominent stamens rather than the green bump of an immature ovary) we have a male holly tree, so we will need to plant a female holly in the garden – within about twenty-five feet – if we want berries. Something else to ponder this winter as we start to plan the garden. Although we’ll need both trees to flower in early summer if we want berries for Christmas!