The garden in winter seems to hold all the secrets of the world in its mysteriousness. Here’s mine before I rushed out with a broom. It’s glorious and picturesque:

overall Jan 2011 But this is a dangerous situation for trees and shrubs laden with snow as the sun hits them and  makes them incredibly heavy. Brittle or frozen branches run the risk of snapping. This can cause an enormous amount of damage. I hate to much this up  because the garden just makes my heart fill up when it this serene. Very hard not to spend a lot of time gazing at it and ignoring the situation as it actually is. So out I went and trammelled up the untrammelled.

Things here are a bit nasty. My adored husband, Jack, has to have heart surgery and I haven’t felt like blogging or doing anything but spend time thinking about him (and being with him).

We don’t know when the tests will begin and we don’t know when the surgery will take place, so it’s a waiting game at the moment.  It’s hard to feel like going out and being social.

So once again the garden is a solace. This fact has kept me going through a lot of crises.  Something smashes you in the face, you spend time in or looking at the garden and you can feel the beat of your heart change. You can feel the calm entering your body.  The garden does heal but of course you have to let it do its work. I can’t imagine being without a garden whether it’s what I see behind my house or having plants in pots to gaze at.

Speaking of plants to look at. The Amaryllis from Gardenimport are all coming into bloom and they are gorgeous. This is truly  looking into the face of nature. All those complex little details and the subtle striations of colour. I’d love to post a picture, but my brand new camera doesn’t work properly. So another schlep to the camera store.  I was banging away with it over Christmas and anything took was not properly in focus. Not good.