Like fashion designers, gardeners are usually working months ahead of the normally scheduled seasons. I am writing about snowdrops now, because like the rest of the gardeners, I am planting them now, lots, or at any rate, as many as I can find, tucked into garden beds, behind the post box, anywhere I can cram a few, with more on the way.
Does anyone else share my liking for the scents of winter? They are so clear and so un-indolic, meaning (if you are wondering what indolic means) that slight bad breath note in white flower fragrances: tuberose, jasmine, or gardenia. That musty, I skipped the toothpaste, note can be sensual, in a sex and death sort of way, but how many of us want to remind ourselves of mortality on an every day basis? Continue reading