“Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although eating honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.”
A. A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
It is abundantly clear that the garden is about to spring into life. I can practically hear the blossom about to burst forth. The anticipation is palpable and the plants overwintered in the conservatory are simply aching to get into the soil. They have been given regular daytime hours outside on the patio but the cold nights have necessitated them being brought back indoors. But patience must prevail over the sense of anticipation. It would be a shame to leave the half hardy and tender plants outside to suffer the ravages of our unusually cold spring. So I will leave the top tip to Aristotle
“Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.”
