I spent a happy day in the garden, pruning shrubs and doing a bit of general tidying. Here’s one of my big fuchsias before:
They love a good prune! I wasn’t as severe as usual. I normally wait for the leaves to drop, but this winter’s been so mild that most of the fuchsias stayed in leaf, and now the spring leaves are bursting out.
In fact, spring seemed to be bursting out all over on this sunny February day. Some of the daffodils are out, and the crocuses have been in flower for a few weeks. A bumble bee was enjoying this crocus:
The dogwoods are next on the pruning schedule. Not long now.
My day in the garden was tinged with some sadness, as this will be my last spring in it. A change of job means a change of house, even though my new church is only in Brighton and is nearer this house than the one we have to move to. I hope that whoever succeeds me in Hove and in this garden learns to understand it. In particular, I hope s/he doesn’t chop down my trees and continues to let it be semi-wild. For example, those brambly log piles are home to all sorts of animal life, including frogs and newts. Hey ho – it’s not my garden. However much time and energy and planting I’ve invested in it, I was only a participant in nature, and that silver birch and that liquidambar were never going to mature in my time here. But – it’s hard to be pruned.