Just when I thought it was safe to go back into the Garden, we are promised that the cold weather will return. Since I started travelling on the bus I have stopped liking the cold weather. It's not being ON the bus that's the problem. We are protected from the wind, and even the ones without heaters have enough people on them to raise the temperature a degree or two. The problem is waiting for a bus. No comfortable (relatively) train station, nicely covered, and partly underground. There is just a bus shelter with barely enough roof to keep the rain off, or sometimes just a pole stuck into the path. I just have to stand there and wait.
Other things have suffered in the cold too. The water gets in, freezes, expands and pushes things apart. If you're visiting my house - take care. I hope it will be fixed soon.
Meanwhile, I have been potting the amaryllises and dahlias in preparation for better weather. Next week contains February 9th, which was my Dad's birthday. I remember there being snow on the ground for almost all his birthdays. Lets see what the week brings.