A day in the life: My Day Off

Day off today. It dawns very grey and very blustery - and I know how it dawns because I am up and dressed by 7am in time for the double-glazing surveyor to come and measure up for my new windows at 7.30am.

7.45am. Make double-glazing surveyor a cup of tea, then doorbell rings.

It is the oven cleaning man, who I get to come round and give my oven an industrial-style clean once a year. I usually do this just before my stepmother comes to stay, otherwise she spends the weekend cleaning it, bless her.

8am. Make oven cleaning man a cup of tea, then telephone goes. It is my mother, asking me when my daughter's school show is on. (My daughter is playing Maria in The Sound of Music.) I say end of March. My mother says she has booked to go to Spain that week, and could I double-check dates to see if there are any she could manage.

8.30am. Check dates, and realise that I have told my father and my stepmother the wrong date for the Saturday matinee performance.

8.34am. Ring stepmother. They have already bought their train tickets and have booked to do something the following weekend.

9am. Feeling stressed.

9.30am. Man arrives to fit new blinds in daughter's bedroom. (My daughter, as well as being talented musician and performer, has superhuman ability to destroy any kind of window treatment. I swear she can break a blind or pull down a curtain rail with one glance.)

9.31am. National Gardens Scheme organiser arrives to deliver posters and leaflets for garden opening. Residents-only parking hour is about to start. NGS organiser decides probably cheaper not risk parking ticket while stopping for cup of tea, so after a lightning tour of the garden, departs. Blinds man drives off in search of legal parking place.

9.45am. Blinds man returns. I make him cup of tea.

10am. Computer man emails to say that he will not be able to make 1.30pm appointment as the stuff he has ordered to ram up our Macs has not arrived. Grrrr.

10.01am. Feeling more stressed. Daughter told me the other day that her computer is so slow, she feels like throwing it out of the window. I fear for new blinds.

10.30am. Oven cleaning man finishes up. In an effort to relax and lighten up, I tell him about amusing spoof of The King's Speech a friend has forwarded to me. He has not seen The King's Speech. Completely bemused by my description of spoof.

11.04am. Ring mother and give her dates of Sound of Music performances. She says she has already booked flights to Spain and will not be back in time.

11.30am. Blinds man finishes. Says he has to go and get car and can he leave his tools here and come back for them. I say yes, but can I borrow his electric screwdriver to finish putting together an Ikea chair? I have cut my hand gardening and cannot grip screwdriver.

11.32am. Blinds man heads upstairs with electric screwdriver and sorts out chair. Result!!!

11.44am. Blinds man heads off with tools and my voluble thanks ringing in his ears.

11.52am. Mother rings to say she has changed flight to Spain and will be able to see the hills come alive after all.

12 noon. Feeling bit more relaxed. Now, what on earth am I going to do with the rest of the day? Oh, I know. Supermarket.

Brrrr, it's spring

It's very cold here in London - so cold, that I think my brain has frozen. I have managed to keep pace with the garden chores, but in a very slow, sluggish sort of way.

I need to be in the garden in order to think creatively about it. My favourite method of thinking up new ideas involves standing in the middle of the lawn, staring into space. It's difficult to do that when it is -2C outside.

Things are happening - daffodils are budding, and blossom is blooming - but the atmosphere is one of suspended animation. It's as if the garden is holding its breath, waiting for the first warm rays of sun before it exhales and starts getting on with normal life.

In the meantime, there's very little I can do apart from pop out to fill up bird feeders and pop back in again pdq. It's still too early to think about replacing anything I lost in the winter, and it will be another six weeks before it's safe to think about summer pots and containers.

You can never tell with English weather, though. My son's birthday is at the end of March, and very often it coincides with an early heatwave. One minute, you're huddled in cashmere and fleece, and the next, you're frantically unearthing T-shirts and shorts from the back of the wardrobe. Fingers crossed!

The picture shows the garden at 6.30am this morning, just before I went to work. For once, the thought of being in a nice warm office all day quite appealed.

In the night garden

I’d never really thought about the garden at night until I moved to my present address eight years ago. It’s rarely warm enough to sit out in the evening in the UK - although, for many of us who work, the only time we can enjoy our gardens is in the evening.

However, on arrival at the Backyard, we found that most of our neighbours had outdoor lighting. Indeed, the previous owners of our house had installed it too and it was the first time I’d really thought about how a garden looked at night, as opposed to thinking of it as place to sit and eat or have a glass of wine.

When I say my neighbours have outdoor lighting, I don’t mean security lighting (though some have that too), but spotlights and uplighters that are positioned to highlight particular plants and trees.

It means that at dusk, the landscape becomes a new vista, with pools of green foliage and pale bark shining against a background of deep green.

However, you don’t have to have a sophisticated (and expensive, and energy-consuming) lighting system to transform your garden, as a new book by Lia Leendertz explains. Entitled Twilight Garden, it's a guide to planning, planting and lighting your garden for maximum evening impact and enjoyment. I think it's the only book on the subject I've ever seen, and it's a good balance of gorgeous pictures and down-to-earth advice.

Two of the things I liked most about the book were the ideas for parties - fireworks, star gazing, barbecues - and the general assumption that children will be included in activities. If there is one thing that is guaranteed to get kids interested in gardens, it is things like candles, fairy lights and barbecues, and the idea that what is a very familiar space during the day can take on a magical new persona as dusk falls. My son and I still go on night safaris in the garden - and he's now 21!

The plant listings include not only plants that look good at night - predominantly those with white flowers - but also those that smell good. Lonicera japonica 'Halliana' has gone to the top of my wish list, as has Zaluzianskya ovata. And I must keep a look-out for Epiphyllum oxypetalum, or Queen of the Night, which, says Lia, inspires sundowner parties when it comes into flower once a year. Her recipe for a sundowner party: One Epiphyllum oxypetalum plant, a gin and tonic, Singapore Sling (gin, lime juice, cherry brandy and Benedictine), or Cuba Libre (light rum, cola and a wedge of lime). Sounds like my kind of celebration.

Lia is not such a fan of garden lighting as me. She feels that gardens can be overlit, and that candles and fairy lights can create a magical effect without the need for armoured cabling and electricians.

I think she's absolutely right in pointing out that electrics out of doors need to be installed by professionals, for safety reasons if nothing else. You have to know there is a trip system in case you accidentally shear through it, and it must be secure from the predations of squirrels, rabbits, rats and mice, not to mention rain.

I would add that if you get a specialist garden lighting company in, they will come up with more imaginative, subtle ideas than your average electrician. However, such schemes are not cheap and they do use energy.

A light in your garden will cost as much to run as a light in your house. (Forget about those solar-powered things - I've never found one that gives out anything more than a sulky glower). So although I love looking out at my garden lit up, particularly on a winter evening when it's too cold and wet to appreciate it any other way (I should point out that I don't have curtains), there is a little niggle at the back of my mind that tells me I'm being a bit naughty in terms of power consumption.

And as Lia points out, one of the beauties of night gardening is that no one can really see how posh your candle holder is.

Snowdrop mania

How many snowdrop varieties have you got in your garden? I have one, Galanthus elwesii. I hope I never have any more, as it could prove extremely expensive.

I can quite understand how people get addicted to a certain plant, and start collecting all the cultivars they can lay their hands on. I could - were it not for the fact that I have a will of iron - quite easily become an acer addict. I have unfortunate tendencies when it comes to succulents and spiky plants. And as VP will testify, I cannot pass an exotic nursery stand without making a purchase. But I don't think I could ever become a snowdrop devotee.

Perhaps there's something lacking in my make-up, but to me a snowdrop is a snowdrop is a snowdrop. The fact that one might have a green bit where another one has an all-white bit is a matter of supreme indifference. I'm certainly not prepared to pay premium prices for one measly bulb.

However, I do admit to a preference for G. elwesii, as they are bigger, so they show up better in the garden, and they have a sort of sprightly elegance about them.

I spent Tuesday at the Royal Horticultural Society London Plant and Design Show. This was a rather uneasy mixture of roof gardens and spring bulbs. I think the juxtaposition seemed odd because mid-February is not the sort of time you think about sitting out in a roof garden. Needless to say, the hall with the plants (below) was much busier than the hall with the design.

However, the proceedings were enlivened for me by the presence of VP, Arabella Sock, Lazy Trollop and Helen and her partner. A flower show is always an attraction but a flower show followed by a pub lunch with fellow bloggers? I'm there.

Here we are assembled on what Arabella (centre) calls the "biddies' balcony", where all the pensioners go to eat their sandwiches. I am represented by the totally gorgeous spotty aspidistra (Aspidistra mushaensis 'Spotty Dotty') which I bought from Crug Farm Plants. You'll note that I purchased this without a whimper, whereas I bored VP (left) rigid all afternoon about the high price of snowdrops...

Sometimes, spring takes you by surprise

A sunny day today. (I'll just repeat that: it was A SUNNY DAY TODAY.) Still can't quite believe it. I'd almost forgotten what it was like to wake up and see the sun shining.

I've been fairly relaxed about the garden until now. It is still the middle of February, after all, and officially it's still winter. Apart from the odd bit of pruning, there's not much to do. (I'm averting my eyes from the pots of frosted mush that used to be my echeverias and eucomis.)

While I was sitting inside feeling complacent, however, Nature has been at work.

You expect to see daffodils poking their noses up through the earth at this time of year...

But I was quite surprised to see that Carex siderosticha 'Banana Boat' was getting into the swing of spring. I don't know why: like most sedges, it's as tough as old boots, despite its exotic appearance.

No surprise to see buds on Prunus incisa 'Kojo-no-mai' - it's usually in flower by the middle of March.

But I was quite surprised to see brilliant new leaves on Fuchsia magellanica var molinae 'Sharpitor Aurea'. Again, it looks so fragile - yet in my experience, it's usuallly the first hardy fuchsia to bounce back after the winter. I have 'Hawkshead' in the front garden, and that still looks as if it will never flower again. (It will, though.)

The new leaves of Sorbaria sorbifolia 'Sem' look as if they have turned pink after too much sunbathing. They darken down to green as they mature.

This euphorbia was a seedling that I found somewhere else in the garden. I thought when I planted it that it was Euphorbia mellifera, but I'm rather glad it's not, because E. mellifera is not quite as hardy and gets absolutely huge. This is Euphorbia characias subsp wulfenii, which looks spectacular in early spring. It's like a promise of things to come. I do hope that includes some more sunshine.

Plants that are a pain in the ... arm

I am ashamed of myself. I have a large phormium in my front garden, of which I'm very fond. It was a present from my sister when I moved in, at which time my front garden resembled the Gobi desert with a big bamboo in the middle.

The trouble with phormiums is that they flop. The leaves are easily bent - particularly under the weight of snow - and once bent, they will never stand upright again. This isn't so much of a problem when they are actually in the garden, but if they flop over on the roadside, they present a bit of a hazard to passers-by.

Indeed, if you are a very small passer-by, possibly in a buggy, you run the risk of having your eye poked out. And even for big passers-by, it isn't very pleasant to have to push a huge phormium leaf (which at this time of the year is invariably wet) out of your way.

I am aware of this problem, but (ahem) don't always do something about it. So I felt truly penitent the other day when I noticed a man outside the house taking pictures of my phormium. At first, I thought he was admiring it, but when I went outside to ask him what he was doing, he told me he was from the local council, who were about to send me a letter of complaint about it. I told him I would tidy it up pdq.

So why, if I was aware of it, had I not taken action before? Well, phormium leaves are tough and take quite a bit of cutting. You need a strong, sharp pair of secateurs or scissors. It puts quite a strain on your hand and your arm, and for the past two weeks, I've had trouble with a rotator cuff injury (sore shoulder).

I won't bore you with the details, but at one point, the referred pain was so bad I ended up going to casualty at 2am. (They gave me a huge handful of painkillers - the sort of dose I wouldn't dare take at home - and eventually, the pain subsided enough for me to go to the chiropractor.)

The prospect of hacking back a phormium was not, as you can imagine, an attractive one. So why didn't I get someone else in to do it? Well, because I don't trust someone else to do a decent job, I suppose. I like to cut the leaves as low down as I can, otherwise the "stumps" can give you a nasty jab the next time you come to do the job.

Anyway, I managed to tidy it up, and to resist the temptation to carry on cutting things back, which would have made my arm and shoulder flare up again. But I think I shall add phormiums to the lengthening list of plants that I will be wary of growing again.