5 degrees Celsius. I can’t muster the necessary spirit to plant any of the bare-root trees which are drunkenly waiting in the vegetable beds for a proper home.
Instead I wander round the field and find to my delight, the tips of the Osier willows (Salix viminalis) are covered in delicate white catkins. They extend gracefully upwards; tall spires against the blue, blue sky.
If I had pruned the willow in the early Winter as I had intended, this would not have happened. So I won’t be doing that, then.
The other willows are also interesting and lively in the otherwise dreary field.
I love willow! I resolve to buy more varieties. Luckily there is still a whopping 60m of hedge space still available to play with…