Showing posts with label Snow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Snow. Show all posts

Sunday, 10 January 2010

January Garden

Rather different from earlier posts!
Under the fleece are plants like American Land Cress, Pak Choi, and Cornsalad. They look OK and I expect them to grow away well once things warm up a bit.

Things may not be so successful in the veg plot. The leeks - just visible on the left - are still pretty skinny but should survive the snow and ice. Others may be less fortunate - the Sorrel and Red Mustard already looked a bit sorry for themselves after the earlier frost before Christmas. I'll be interested to see how the Green in Snow gets on! I probably should have fleeced the lot in mid-December, but then no-one expected the winter to turn out how it did.

The main part of the garden, not looking like winter gardens do in magazines. They always take photos when there's been a hard frost - not something which happens that often, but beautiful whaen it does. All we're doing in the garden at the moment is feeding the birds.

Thursday, 31 December 2009

'I never loved England more than when covered in snow'

Christmas in Grassington: deep snow dealt with effectively but with a certain amount of grumbling.

Looking down Main Street the day we got there. There were several more inches of snow to come.


Icicles galore - these are on Chapel Street where we were staying. These older houses are quite difficult to insulate so the heating was warming the snow on the roofs, and the water was trickling down and making the icicles.


Isolated farm above Grassington: we did short walks from the town rather than travel, but there are so many lanes and paths around that it's possible to do a week's worth of walks without too much overlap. And it all seemed a lot more exciting in the snow!

The River Wharf below Grassington.

Linton.

View from above Grassington. The trails of footprints are rabbits.

It's good to get a different view of the world: as well as seeing where the rabbits run, the snow highlighted the ancient field patterns of Wharfdale, hinting at a very different landscape.

Title courtesy of Laura Marling, from 'Goodbye England covered in Snow'.