The garden has been hidden by snow now for as long as I can remember in recent years. There is still snow frozen to the highest branches of tall trees. The only tree seriously damaged so far is, of course, one of my rarest, Quercus x warburgii, the semi-evergreen
‘Cambridge’ oak, wonderful in spring with its red emerging leaves and red catkins. It pulled down the too-pliant stem and snapped it three feet from the ground.
I leave the robin admiring himself in a mirror I have just hung on the woodshed wall, to travel to Switzerland for a white Christmas, and wish all my readers a happy one, and a happy new year.