Gardening in winter is bad for the nerves.
After the January snow and frost was over, the survival of our carefully, lovingly planted winter veggies was a huge relief. Then came the February snow, and then the March frost; a relentless onslaught of, well, weather. Each new bitter morning means a fresh worry that the veg haven’t made it.
The East Building roof garden is such a wind tunnel during winter that the plants are almost growing horizontally and my fingers have nearly fallen off. St Clements is a gorgeous sun trap in the Summer but this time of year it’s a cold roof with a dream. Still it hasn’t occurred to me not to go to visit the gardens, or continue tweeting garden-related stuff.
Every Tuesday at lunch I open the door out onto the 3rd floor East Building garden never quite knowing whether our neat rows of spinach and beetroot and broad beans (oh, my!) will still be intact. The wind might have taken them, the frost frozen them, the wolves eaten them all up.
Now, finally, after months of cold the broad beans on both the St Clements and East Building roof gardens have got black leaves, which I’m told could be frostbite. See the action shot below of broad beans battling wind and the black curls of leaf. They should recover. The Shaw Library gardeners put up a sensible poly tunnel to protect their little ones, and I must visit soon.
Winter gardening has made me realise how much I care. Get well soon, little broad beans.