You can tell that Christmas is almost upon us. Work is slowing right down now, with very little to do in the gardens as leaves are pretty much finished, and the ground is rock hard.
Our Pyracantha hedge has looked very strange with it's frost covering, and these Silver Birches were quite magical.
Not sure what has been up with the old body this week. Breathlessness (and I mean taking a breather half way up a flight of twelve stairs kind of breathlessness), palpitations, giddiness. I had rheumatic fever when I was young, and this has left me with a heart valve flapping about with about as much gusto as a butterfly wing, but I prefer not to think that this is the problem. The problem, I am convinced, is caused by a couple of days digging in icy weather and giving me a bit of a wheezy chest....onwards & upwards eh?
A little light pruning and hoeing has been managed throughout the gardens, and the last of the snow heaps have been cleared.
Not much to do really at the moment but wait.........................................
................for Spring, and her warming sun to bring everything ONCE AGAIN back to life!
Oh well, another day, another dollar. I've left Amanda to do some studying in Soho's, I have managed to plant up a small border, the day is done, and so here is Soho's beckoning me as well.....is that a pint of Peroni I see waiting on the table for me?
Exciting stuff this weekend, but more about that when it's done.....TTFN!