Winter has started; it is warm and wet, calm and mellow, but with a hint of melancholy.
Were the sun to shine the garden would sparkle, but when it doesn’t the line between order and chaos is finely drawn.
From now on until the end of winter we tidy away anything that flops or hangs untidily, but otherwise leave things standing. With the arrival of crisp sunny weather in February the dried skeletons of dormant perennials will be cleared away or broken up to fall as a mulch around their crowns. Hopefully a dusting of frost or snow will appear to lift my spirits before then.