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When is it NOT a busy time for gardeners?

Now?

Really? Yesterday I planted a new hedge, forked over part of the veg
garden and cut the back lawn edges. Today I finished clearing garden
rubbish and prunings and had a bonfire. John spent both days building a
drystone wall.

Ah, but you are in the Balmy North West. Here in the Shivering South
East, snowflakes as big as rags are driving and dancing on the wind,
swirling and whirling like ghostly Dervishes in frenzied flurries
outside my windows before finding some spot of stillness and tranquility
and subsiding there to cocoon the winter landscape in a duvet of
Christmas-come-lately.

When, *WHEN* the weather improves a bit, I have some tortuous willow
cuttings to plant, and I'm on the scrounge for apple and other fruit
wood cuttings to begin a rather overcrowded sort-of cross between a laid
and espaliered hedge.

And, rock for dry stane walls is in short supply in East Angular -
though I have built a fair length of new wall and repaired old ones on
the Isle of Lewis where the material is somewhat more plentiful...

Anyone with a Charles Ross? Blenheim? Any of the Codlings?

Pretty please?

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Rusty
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