I have been spending a lot of time on my knees lately. For all the right, wholesome reasons I might add. The Old Girl has an old garden sweeping around her like a party dress. Even in winter, her emerald green skirts are dotted with tiny spots of colour, bright flashes of jewel to catch the eye.
With all this glory, however, comes the weeds. So. Many. Weeds. But I am a longtime convert to the process of a winter full of work for a spring/summer full of surprise and joy, so I’m putting in the hard yards.
In the meantime, though, I am concentrating on the small things. Little pleasures that make me pause to lean on my weeding fork and go ‘oh’. Jonquil bulbs unfurling to waft scent across the garden. Tiny daisies that mass together to form a ball of sunshine. Velvety purple irises that appear out of nowhere overnight.
And the lavender that must be tip-pruned now for a spectacular show in September.
At least with lavender, the prunings can be brought into the house to fill the rooms with scent and colour.
That’s win/win gardening.
Are you a gardener? What small pleasures do you find in winter gardening?