As gardeners we have a somewhat dysfunctional relationship with the weather forecast. The weather is our boss, it dictates what we do and when. We watch and listen faithfully at any opportunity, we want to believe but we have been deceived before and remain sceptical, all the same we cannot risk disregarding the promise of the big freeze looming. So today, in Softy Walter Land, we took steps to minimise any damage. The planting combinations at the moment are admittedly perverse, brugmansia is flowering next to snowdrops, primroses next to salvia, sparmannia next to violet, it is not natural but who can ever begrudge a flower and say it is out of time. So the battle cry was sounded and the horticultural fleece installed. All we can do now is wait and see.
The hellebores will not turn a hair at the bad weather. For me this is the best time, when they are at their most perfect, as they emerge resplendent in bounteous bud.