Walking round the garden today I noticed the first real signs of the new season. The rhubarb is poking its head through the compost mulch and chives have fresh green shoots up to three inches long. Even some chives in small pots that I split from a clump last year and was sure had succumbed to the frosts are sending up new growth.
The sun came out this afternoon and I felt that great surge of optimism that gardeners get at the start of the new year. Heaven knows what the season will bring but you can guarantee it won’t be the same as last year, or the one before. But who cares, that’s what makes growing your own such a fantastically satisfying challenge.