What a strange month. We’re accustomed to saying that you need to be able to dress for four seasons in a day here, but the weather was decidedly odd. There was the hottest day ever in January in Trefenter, about fifteen miles inland. There are so many plants looking as if they’re ready for the off, tiny buds peeking through. This is not a healthy state of affairs. There’s more than likely to be a cold snap before the real Spring and we cold loose buds and pollinating insects which cannot be replaced.
Borage although battered by the bitter winds, the odd night frost and heavy rains, still somehow manages to produce several flowers. The plants look a mess, but until the weather calms down, their little private jungles must remain for those early pollinators woken up by the warm weather.
