On March and losing my mojo

I suppose it happens to all of us gardeners, except the most dedicated and professional, at some point over the winter: we lose it. I lost it, big time, plus I’ve been busy working. So I managed to ignore the beast outside (fortunately P. didn’t) while simultaneously feeling very guilty about it (can you feel…

Daffodils for Dewi Sant

That’s it, it’s officially almost spring. It’s bitterly cold, there’s a sneaky wind off Cardigan Bay, but I can see the hills, an improvement on the last few days, and it’s not raining. And it’s Saint David’s Day, so it really is nearly spring. Rather than break into a loud chorus of Hen Wlad (too much…

A daffodil is for life, not just for St David’s Day

Daffodils. It has to be, really. And at least this year I have the appropriate flowers out in time, and in some quantity (though I’ve only picked 29 so far – many more to be added to the count before May comes round and ‘production’ dribbles away to nothing). Cennin Pedr – aka Peter’s Leeks:…

Happy St David’s Day!

or Dydd Gwyl Dewi Hapus, of course / wrth gwrs: It’s a useful marker, 1st March. Not only is it Dewi Sant, it also means that I can judge exactly, year on year, the progress of the weather – as far the daffodils have been affected, at least. A few years ago, for instance, my…