Back to the usual British rain-and-wind winter. I rather enjoyed the drama of last week's "cold snap", with its chill, crisp mornings and icy evenings. It felt like a Snow Queen splinter of true winter amid the wet grey mehness that now characterises January and February.
I feel bad because, although I bought spring bulbs, the compost didn't arrive for ages and, when it did, lethargy prevented me planting the stuff I meant to plant. I'm a terrible fair weather gardener.
Duckie this weekend, I think. We've all missed it.