Contents
Cover
About the Book
About the Author
Title Page
Introduction
January
February
March
April
May
June
July
August
September
October
November
December
Map of Longmeadow
Index
Acknowledgements
Copyright
Longmeadow
Key
About the Book
From the earliest snowdrops peeping through the snow in the Orchard in January to the luminous green of the spring meadow, vibrant red hues of the summer borders in the Jewel Garden and the abundance of the vegetable gardens in the autumn, Longmeadow is a truly seasonal garden.
For Monty, the key to success is working with this cycle of nature to get the most from the soil and the plants. Month-by-month, Monty describes the individual plants coming into their own in the floral and vegetable gardens and talks through the key tasks, from composting and lawn maintenance to topiary clipping and fruit pruning.
This indispensable guide to gardening will inspire you to achieve a balanced, healthy garden that’s spilling with produce and full of colour all year round.
About the Author
Monty Don is the lead presenter of Gardener’s World and has been making television programmes for over twenty years on a range of topics, spanning travel, craft, outdoor living and gardening. He is a horticultural writer and a Sunday Times bestselling author whose books include Around the World in 80 Gardens and Italian Gardens, as well as The Complete Gardener and The Ivington Diaries. Monty was The Observer’s gardening columnist from 1994 to 2006 and has been the Daily Mail’s gardening columnist since 2004. Monty is also the President of the Soil Association and a passionate gardener.
I FIRST SAW THIS GARDEN on a particularly dank autumnal day in 1991. The front was covered with piles of building rubble. At the back was a little yard filled with knee-high weeds happily seeding themselves, and beyond that was a paddock where a grumpy horse tried to find sustenance amongst the brambles. There was nothing here that could possibly be described as a garden. But beneath the years of neglect was a blank canvas that I could fill with the garden of my dreams.
For the first six months all my time and energy was directed towards the house – which was an uninhabitable ruin – and it was not until the following spring that I began clearing the field at the back. Three times that summer I cut the grass, and three times I raked it up along with buried and tangled tree trunks and discarded farm machinery. To get to know the land through hard graft was better than through a drawing board. In fact, this slow gestation was the best thing that could have happened and I recommend it to anyone making a garden from scratch. Take your time. Make and unmake it in your mind until you are ready to begin. You will know in your bones when that time comes.
Then I persuaded a neighbouring farmer to plough the cleared land for me. The turf unfurled to reveal rich, dark soil. Everything grows lustily in it. Even the weeds – especially the weeds – are astonishing in size, vigour and range. That vigour is a huge advantage for any gardener. Mind you, this was just about the only apparent advantage. Otherwise the odds were stacked against me. The site was wind-blasted and needed shelter. To all horticultural intents and purposes, it was empty: there was just one large hazel outside the back door and a hawthorn at the edge of a ditch that bisected the field.
Then I had my big break. On the famously chaotic day of the Grand National in 1993 – April 3rd – I went to a local tree sale with a proposed budget of £200 intending to buy some good-sized yew plants for a hedge. I came back five hours later having spent £1,300 on 1,400 trees and hedging plants. It poured with rain all day and by lunchtime the allure of the pub and the Grand National was enough for most people to leave the sale. A tiny handful of us stuck in, soaked and buying increasingly large lots at increasingly minuscule prices. The last batch of 15ft-tall Tilia platyphyllos I bought – and which now make up the Lime Walk – were 50 pence each. However, only a frantic phone call to the bank – in the days when managers were real people – increased our overdraft to cover the cheque. But this was the critical moment that made this garden.
I also bought a batch of very cheap box plants that I had learnt about through the local paper. When I went to collect them, they turned out to be an established and neatly clipped hedge. I dug it up and replanted it as two parallel hedges in the Ornamental Vegetable Garden, where it has remained for the past 18 years and provided thousands of cuttings. (The Ornamental Vegetable Garden has also provided us with thousands of meals from its rich Herefordshire loam.)
Although I had played it all out in my head before we began planting, there has been quite a lot of trial and error at Longmeadow. I never think of it as finished – just where it happens to be now. We have moved trees and even entire hedges and we are constantly replanting borders. I am a great believer in moving plants until they are absolutely at home, and I do it all the time. We made mistakes too, and I wish that most of the paths were wider. We planted the main hornbeam hedges in 1995 and although I knew how high I wanted them, I had underestimated how wide they would grow. We are constantly reducing their width.
Longmeadow is a garden centred in its geographical place, which is the Herefordshire Marches, just eight miles (as the crow flies) from the Welsh border. It is dead flat and hard by a river, and about a third of the garden regularly floods. The soil is clay loam over gravel, which is wonderful when dry but intractable mud when wet and rather heavy and slow to warm up. It is a very cold site, exposed to the wind and the rainfall is very high. But the western wind quickly blows away the bad weather and the rain means that we rarely suffer from drought.
The garden is essentially a rectangle with the house in one corner. This made the design awkward so I made a path across the width of the site coming from the main door that leads from the house with three longer paths leading off at right angles through the length of the garden. Other paths cut across these three main highways to create an irregular grid that the garden and all its 19 different parts have come to fill.
These different sections (that have gradually acquired names – and separate identities – over the past 20 years) include a small Spring Garden just outside the back door, an Ornamental Vegetable Garden which is a formal grid of box-hedged beds filled with colour, exuberance and good food within a tight structure. Come to think of it, that probably describes my garden at its best. There is also a more straightforwardly practical vegetable plot that we call the Top Veg Garden – not because it is necessarily the better of the two but because it is at the top of the garden – an Orchard and a Soft Fruit Garden.
The Jewel Garden is the largest area and right at the centre of the plot. It is filled with only jewel- or metallic-coloured plants for maximum impact from spring to autumn. The Walled Garden is in front of the house and surrounded by a stone wall on two sides, and that yew hedge I went to buy plants for on the fateful Grand National day in 1993. We have a Coppice filled with flowers in spring; a Damp Garden that is the first to flood; and a Dry Garden in the front made on almost solid stone.
Some parts feel like rooms at the end of a corridor that you have to make a special journey to visit while others are communal spaces or even the corridors themselves. But I think it all hangs together and, most importantly, has become irreducibly itself and is more than the sum of its horticultural parts.
It is where I garden – and although I have written millions of words about gardening and made television programmes about it for a quarter of a century – I never think of gardening as an objective process. It is what I do in real life in my real garden. It is a record of failure, bewilderment and surprise, as well as endless pleasure and some success. It is about life in all its complexity, sadness and joy as much as the intricacies of horticultural technique.
I do believe that most good gardens are personal, private, domestic and above all, intimate. The measure of their goodness can be reckoned to some degree in absolute terms of design, planting or horticulture but not to any meaningful extent. The truth is that our response to gardens is invariably subjective and if they are our own, completely so. To an astonishing and powerful degree they are loved, and love cannot be reasoned or measured.
Which puts me in rather an odd position. Over the years I have often written about this garden but have never been answerable to anyone or anything other than private whims and fancies. It was made as a wholly domestic place where, over the past 20 years, my family has grown up. The other critical point is that it is not mine alone and nor would I want it to be. Every tiny detail is shared and it has always been a joint venture with my wife Sarah. Nothing in it has happened or been planted without discussion and both of us have an absolute power of veto over the other. In every sense it is as much her creation as my own and that fact enriches my own enjoyment of it.
Yet now it is shared with more than two million people every week via the medium of Gardeners’ World. The very private has spilled into the very public. Although I have made gardening television continuously since 1988 (including a five-year stint with Gardeners’ World at Berryfields from 2003–2008) the combination of professional and private in one’s own back yard is very different. But that potentially awkward balance is exactly the reason I agreed to do it. The challenge was irresistible.
I can not completely separate my passion for gardening from my passion for this garden. This is probably a flaw – but although other gardens can be visited, admired and analysed, they could never replace the depth of involvement that I get daily from my own plot. So when the opportunity came up – completely out of the blue – I took a deep breath and realised that I had to do it.
So, although much of the horticulture in this book is based upon received wisdom or knowledge and techniques shared by many generations of gardeners, it is personal. Everything in it is based upon our experiences of gardening here and how we go about making and tending it across the days.
Although I share a lifetime of experience and knowledge I make no apologies for idiosyncrasies and particularities. Technique and skills are important and useful but only as a means to an end, and the only end that matters a jot in gardening is to make a beautiful garden that will give you sustenance and pleasure and to be able to share them with those you love. Everything else is secondary.
EVERY YEAR I HAVE AN ALMOST TANGIBLE sense of renewal in January. Part of it is sheer relief. November and December are my two least favourite months and I am glad to see the back of them.
This is mainly to do with light. I hate the darkness of a British winter. For me it is less of a cosy time to hole up in front of a fire than a dark, dank tunnel that I have to crawl through in order to reach the light at the other end. And now, at the end of the year, I can just see a tiny pinprick of hope at the end of that tunnel. Every day is stretching out, just little by little and that is enough motivation to keep me moving towards the light.
Now I am sure that this is a gardening thing. Many people I know get most down in January and February, finding that after the New Year the winter stretches out ahead of them. But if you are a gardener then these next few months are an exciting, increasingly busy time. The garden starts to peek its head up from below the ground. Snowdrops, aconites, hellebores, winter honeysuckle, mahonia and viburnum are all pushing into flower.
The structure of Longmeadow comes into its own and on a crisp frosty day the garden is etched in clean, strong lines. It is stark but strong and the balance and proportions are very pleasing.
Then there are all the things I ought to do and have left undone. Leaves to gather, ground to prepare, garlic to get in the ground as soon as possible, onion seeds to sow and sets to buy – in fact all my vegetable seeds to order – the greenhouse to wash, tools to mend and go through, and the potting shed to give a thorough tidy out. These are jobs that should be done at the end of the year but if I am honest I never do them then. Thinking about it just makes me feel tired. Now it feels like tidying the kitchen in order to make a lovely meal whereas at the back end of the year these jobs feel like clearing up after someone else’s mess.
In January, minute-by-minute, the days lengthen and hope creeps back into my world. I cannot tell you the relief. There is a hawthorn in the boundary hedge of Longmeadow. It is a scrubby affair, not much more than a bush really, but every mid-January the sun lingers just over the top of it before dipping down over the horizon across the fields. This is an important day because that light shines right down the garden and catches the panes of my greenhouses. The garden is literally lit up for the first time since October.
Aconites
The buttercup yellow flowers of winter aconites (Eranthis hyemalis) are usually the first to open in January and are the brilliant midwinter counterpoint to snowdrops’ modest charm. Their flowers, fringed with a green ruff, open in the winter sunshine, reflecting light, then close again at dusk.
They are bulbs – or more accurately rhizomatous tubers – but spread by seed very easily once established. When the plants flower they are without a stalk but this develops to carry the seedhead, raising it above the surrounding fallen leaves and grass so that the seeds can scatter better. One way to promote a good spread of the plants is to strim the ripe seedheads, flinging them further than their natural distribution. ‘Guinea Gold’ flowers a little later than the common aconite with bright orange flowers and a bronzed fringe, or involucre, creating a dramatic contrast. It prefers more shade than the common version.
It is best to plant them ‘in the green’ which means as plants just after flowering. They like damp shade and the base of deciduous trees is ideal, but because the flowers only open up in sunshine they do need some sun during the short winter daylight hours. Mind you, the sunshine can be accompanied by frost and icy snow and still the flowers will open, which seems to me to be as good a reason as any for getting out of bed on a winter’s morning.
It is important to plant the rhizomes at the right depth, which is generally rather deeper than one might think, with the top of the roots about 8–10cm (3–4in) below the soil. They prefer an alkaline soil and good drainage and plenty of organic matter in the ground – which, of course, they would get from leaf mould in their natural habitat.
Snowdrops
I planted the snowdrops in the Spring Garden 15 years ago now. The first batch were a present lifted from a friend’s garden and delivered wrapped in damp newspaper, and they have gradually been spreading by seed – at about the rate of 2.5cm (1in) a year – although every few years I do lift and divide a clump or two. Left to their own devices they will gradually carpet the entire area they occupy, with the rich, rather damp soil that they love, and some shade that also suits them. The pollination of snowdrop seed depends upon two things, some sunny, mild weather and the insects to spread the pollen. In the case of snowdrops the outer petals open to be horizontal when the temperature rises to about 10°C (50°F) and this attracts insects. The green markings on the inner petals (that every snowdrop has to a greater or lesser extent) are said to glow in ultraviolet light, which is another enticement for pollinators like the queen bumblebees that one sees bumbling around in the winter sun.
Snowdrops in January sun. All our snowdrops are planted in the Spring Garden in a growing ribbon either side of the path and have spread from one small original clump.
In fact, the best way to make a clump of snowdrops spread is to lift them immediately after flowering, divide up the mass of bulbs and replant them in smaller groups a few feet apart. Seed dispersal will mean that these clumps gradually meet, and repeated division every few years will further speed the process greatly.
Unless they are growing in grass then you are almost certain to disturb them when and if you plant anything else near to them – which you are almost certain to do as they disappear to nothing by midsummer and do not amount to much after mid-spring, as their foliage gradually withers. (As with all bulbs, resist any temptation to tidy or cut off that foliage because every last scrap of green is essential for the formation of a healthy bulb for next year’s flowers.) In my experience, snowdrops are pretty good at dealing with the trauma of the occasional excavation and as long as they are popped back into the ground quickly they do not seem to suffer. However, a way round this risk is to plant them around the base and roots of deciduous trees and shrubs where they are less likely to be disturbed and will not mind the summer shade. The only thing to watch for is the ground getting too dry – especially in autumn when they start to grow again, albeit underground and out of sight for another few months.
Snowdrops are good as a cutflower if you pick them with a longish stalk. The first tiny bunch of modestly inclined flowers in a vase on the kitchen table is a wonderfully hopeful moment and they have a surprisingly strong honeyed fragrance drawn out by the heat of a room. They also grow well in pots and are ideal for small terracotta pots that you can sometimes find in large quantities at car boot sales. Use a general-purpose potting compost to plant a small clump in each pot and keep them outside in a cool corner, bringing them into the sun in the New Year. You can bring the pots indoors to make a lovely houseplant although the flowers will last longer outside in the cool.
They will not need repotting or feeding every year, but keep them watered from October through to June and every three or four years take them out of the pot, divide them into three, repot into fresh compost and let them get on with it.
No one seems to know if snowdrops are native or not, although because of their longevity and ‘naturalness’ they feel as though they ought to be. There is no reference to snowdrops growing wild before 1770, and indeed, the first garden reference is not until less than 200 years before that, in 1597. And although they seem carelessly natural they have been bred as intensively as almost any garden flower. There are over 350 different species and cultivars, although the differences are really very particular. The common Galanthus nivalis will do me fine although I do love the double G. n. f. pleniflorus ‘Flore Pleno’. This is sterile, so will not spread from seed, but increases perfectly well from divisions and because it does not produce seed it has the bonus that the flowers last an extra long time.
Cavalo nero
Cavalo nero or black Tuscan kale is the most useful brassica growing in my garden and although it is at its best in winter when the leaves have had some frost on them, I grow it all the year round. It can be eaten raw in salads when the plants are young, or left standing from summer through to the following spring for use as cooked leaves. Unlike most cabbage the leaves can be cooked for a long time so are great in stews, soups and sauces. As a pasta sauce with garlic and hot cream it is fabulous.
You pick the leaves individually and the plant replaces them with more and more fresh ones until it starts to flower almost a year after planting.
I sow the first seeds of the year in a seed tray or plugs in January with a couple of extra sowings at monthly intervals. If germinated in seed trays the seedlings must be pricked out into pots before planting out into their final positions in ground that has previously grown a leguminous crop such as peas or beans. The plants grow fairly large so need 60cm (2ft) in each direction and may need staking. If grown as a salad crop they can be sown directly into the soil in rows and thinned to just 10cm (4in). They are a brassica so will need protection from cabbage white butterflies between June and September.
Cavolo nero growing in the Top Veg Garden. It is extremely hardy but delicious. Although good all year round, it is at its best after a frost.
Leeks
Leeks are one of the few vegetables to stand happily through all kinds of winter weather. I have dug them in pouring rain and mud and when the soil has been frozen so hard as to be almost impenetrable. Yes, they freeze solid, so you bring them indoors as a mad, mud-encrusted, Heston Blumenthal-inspired lolly, but once thawed they can be eaten in all their glory.
When I was a child, leek in white sauce was my idea of a treat. That comforting, slightly slimy, bland but distinctive texture and flavour was my perfect comfort food. Still is, although my range of tastes has expanded a little from a Britain in the psychological – if not practical – grip of rationing.
I start sowing my first leeks in February, the wispy green hairs of the new seedlings sharing garden space with last year’s crop for a couple of months. I will make at least three sowings to keep a year-round supply. I used to sow in seed trays and then prick out into 8cm (3in) pots but nowadays I sow direct into the pots, a pinch of seed in each. I also used to plant the seedlings out (in May – as the residues of last year’s crop are making wonderful minaret flowerheads) individually into holes made with a dibber, made in turn, from the handle of an old spade. It was how I was taught to do it as a child. But I now plant in small clumps of 4–8 plants and use a trowel. Less ritual, less rhythm and perhaps less magic, but just as good leeks – and the clumps of small- to medium-sized stems are ideal for each meal. Big leeks, let alone giant ones, are absurd. Keep them small and sweet for the kitchen.
Leek rust (Puccinia allii) has been a problem over the last few years, thanks to the warm, wet climatically changed weather, and I guess will continue to be so. Wider spacing, less compost and even tougher hardening-off regimes will encourage less soft growth which will help, but not stop, the problem.
I am fickle with my loyalty to varieties, although I try to grow at least one heritage variety each year. ‘Musselburgh’ is the oldest British variety, ‘Pandora’ has a blue tinge to the leaves and is fairly rust-resistant, and ‘Varna’ is one of the best for mini leeks, which, my biodynamic, market-gardener friend tells me, is the best-selling vegetable they grow.
Onions and shallots
I sow a batch of onions in the New Year to give them the longest possible growing season, although they will need the protection of a greenhouse or coldframe for another few months, and then a period of hardening off before they can be planted out. I take huge encouragement from this first creative act in the garden of the year, starting new life with the promise of a summer harvest created from this point in the depth of winter.
Planting onion sets
I fill a tray of plugs with seed compost and carefully insert one onion or shallot set into each one, dibbing a hole so the root plate is not damaged.
After watering thoroughly I place the trays on a bench in the greenhouse. They are very hardy so do not need any extra heat or protection.
After about a week green shoots will appear from the tip of each set and this indicates that roots are growing into the compost.
When each set has a couple of inches of healthy growth, I gradually harden them off outside and transplant them to their growing position as soon as the soil is workable.
The onion is one of the oldest vegetables cultivated by man and references to onions are found dating from 3200BC in Egypt. One of the reasons why people have always grown them is that they are obligingly easy to get right.
There are two ways of growing them, either from sets or seed. Sets take about 20 weeks to mature from planting. Seed takes perhaps another four weeks on top of that. There are many more varieties of onion available from seed but sets (which are just small onions) are easy to grow and so I always grow some as well as seed. You buy a bag of the small bulbs of a variety that appeals, prepare the soil so that it is fine and soft enough to stick a finger in to the knuckle without any soil sticking to it and then bury the sets so that the tops are sticking out of the ground.
I use a scaffolding board as both a straight edge for the rows and for me to kneel on to avoid compacting the soil. It is a good idea to make sure the sets are in a true grid because then you can hoe in both directions without clipping a bulb in passing. It is important to hoe – and occasionally hand-weed – onions as they respond badly to competition for water and nutrients.
Onions do best in good but lightish soil. If the ground holds too much manure or compost you will have lots of lush leaves but the onions themselves will be on the small side and more prone to fungal problems. Size does not matter so much – in fact a good batch of medium and small onions is more use than ones the size of croquet balls.
I think shallots are as important as onions and they are easier to grow. They tolerate poorer soil, hotter and colder weather and less water than onions. They also have a distinct sweetness of taste and they store much better than onions.
The real difference between onions and shallots is that each individual set or seed will multiply and produce a clump of around half a dozen small bulbs. These are harvested in exactly the same way as onions and when dry I store ours in a wire basket in the potting shed. When we need some for the kitchen I just go and scoop up a handful. If they are kept cool and dark they should reliably store well into spring.
The one essential is that they are as dry as possible before they are stored and the more sun that they have before harvesting the better they will last. As with all bulbs, it is important not to cut off any of the leaves but let them die back completely and dry out before removing the residue for storage. Onions should be lifted carefully with a fork rather than yanked from the soil to avoid damaging the root collar and thus reduce the risk of rot entering the bulb when stored. I always harvest mine on the morning of a hot dry day and leave them to dry on the ground for the rest of the day. I then put them in the greenhouse or on a wooden rack for a few weeks. When they seem to be bone dry I either plait them and hang them up or store them in baskets.
Snow!
As I write this, high up in the hop kiln overlooking the box balls and Ornamental Vegetable Garden, the snow is swirling around the windows and fragmenting the garden below into a thousand soft white shards and spangles.
Snow is lovely but can cause great damage. It can break branches – especially of evergreens – and even topple large trees on a slope as well as crumple seemingly robust structures. Some years ago I put up a fruit cage, bought at great expense, and left the very light netting on after the last of the fruit had been cleared in autumn. An inch of snow that then froze onto the nylon mesh was enough to buckle and bend half the aluminium frame irreparably.
But snow does very little harm to most garden plants and in fact acts as an insulating blanket against icy winds. As it thaws it provides moisture, which makes a muddy mess for a few days but is an important source of water for the spring growth of many plants. In fact, many bulbs rely almost entirely on melting snow for their water supply when growing in their natural habitat. Although it is a myth that it is never too cold to snow, it is true that by and large it only snows in this country at around or just below freezing which is not a disastrously cold temperature for hardy plants. If the snow is more than a few inches thick it will then insulate the ground – and all the plants sheltering beneath its blanket – from any further drop in temperature.
Hardy plants can manage cold, often down to extreme temperatures such as -15°C (5°F), and can sustain cold for weeks or months of about -5°C (23°F). Half-hardy plants such as penstemons, many camellias, or salvias do not, as a rule, tolerate any temperatures below -5°C (23°F) but can withstand the odd touch of frost, and tender plants such as basil or zinnias will not survive below 5°C (41°F).
Looking down over the Herb Garden and Ornamental Vegetable Garden on 25 December 2010. The temperature outside was -18°C (-0.4°F).
This temperature, 5°C (41°F), when averaged out across a full 24 hours, is the point at which most plants start to grow. They will grow with increasing vigour and speed as the temperature rises – providing they have sufficient water – until around 25°C (77°F), at which point growth starts to decline at about the same rate that it rose. Of course as the temperature rises and the rate of growth increases along with the size of the plant, the demand for water increases greatly – even though, away from the Tropics, heat is usually associated with lack of water. This is where the effect of snow stretches into summer as plants draw upon the reserves of melt water in the soil.
Winter cold is healthy only because plants prepare for it. Our long autumn and spring wean plants into dormancy and then growth. This is why sudden frost in spring or autumn can have such disastrous effects – especially in spring. A plant that might withstand a month of bitter sub-zero temperatures can have half its growth killed by a few degrees of sudden frost in May. The new growth is not expecting it and although the plant might be conditioned to withstand cold, the new shoots have not had time to put this conditioning into practice. Timing is everything. Late summer growth will not have time to harden before early winter frosts. Grow too early and the same thing happens again – but more so in the spring frosts of April and even May.
Most temperate garden plants have adapted effective means to counter cold. Deciduous trees and shrubs drop their leaves and stop all but minimal root growth. Herbaceous plants will survive frozen ground perfectly happily because they have shut down all growth and gone into a state of hibernation. Annuals die as plants but leave a mass of seed that will survive the cold and grow in spring.
But the greatest damage done by cold to a garden is from the wind. Plants suffer from the wind chill factor just as much as humans, and wind will also dry plants in cold weather as effectively as a hair dryer. If this is combined with frozen soil it will quickly kill the plant. Thus, a still night with a frost of -5°C (23°F) will do little or no harm to any hardy plant. But add a wind of just 15mph to this – scarcely more than a breeze – and the air temperature drops to -12°C (10°F) and quite a few plants will be damaged if not killed. Unless your garden is stocked only by plants adapted to life on the prairie or the steppes, every garden should have hedges and windbreaks that will baffle the wind and break it up, protecting plants growing in their shelter.
Winter pruning fruit trees
This is the perfect time of year for pruning. Short of torrential rain, which is misery beyond the call of duty, you can prune equally well in frost, snow or balmy winter sunshine. In fact, it is a job that I try and do on frosty days when it is impossible to work with the frozen soil.
The purpose of winter pruning is to clear damaged or overcrowded growth, letting more light and air into the plant and to stimulate renewed and more vigorous growth as a result. Every tree and branch will develop a ‘leader’ which grows longer and more vigorously than the rest of the plant. It does this partly by hormones that stimulate more vigorous growth but also by suppressing the growth of the side shoots below them. If you remove that leader the lower shoots cease to be suppressed and will grow more vigorously – until one of them becomes a leader and the cycle is continued. The more you remove the leader, the more the plant will bush out and thicken up.
This means that if you wish to curtail growth, leave the pruning to midsummer when the foliage is fully grown and before the roots start to store food for winter. So, all trained fruit such as espaliers, cordons and fans are pruned now to encourage new growth and replace any weak shoots and then again in July to restrain and reduce excess growth.
All this applies to any deciduous shrub or tree, whether fruiting or not, but do not prune plums, apricots, peaches or cherries in winter. These should be pruned in late spring or early summer and only if absolutely necessary.
Apples and pears follow identical pruning regimes. Most apples and pears produce their fruit on spurs. These spurs take two to three years to produce fruit. So if you prune them off every year you will have lots of whippy stems and no fruit at all! The idea is to establish a framework of branches with plenty of spurs. However, you need light and air to get to them so remove all crowded or crossing branches and if it is a small tree, cut out the leader so it is open like a goblet. It is usually better to cut a few branches right back than to snip away at all of them.
If you are growing standard trees – that is large apples or pears with a clear trunk of at least 2m (6ft) – be brave and remove the lower branches flush with the trunk as the tree grows. This can sometimes involve removing half the growing structure but will speed up the eventual formation of a handsome, balanced, standard fruit tree.
If you are training your fruit trees as cordons, fans or espaliers the majority of your pruning will be in the summer. Only prune in winter to encourage growth. Obviously in the early stages of training fruit there will be quite a lot of winter pruning but as plants get more established this will become less and less. When pruning to train growth there are two things to remember:
All the previous year’s shoots on the limes are cut hard back every year in late winter to maintain the structure and encourage fresh new growth.
UNTIL THE END OF JANUARY I always wake to an absolute, dark silence but as we go into February there is the faint but distinct chattering of birds just before dawn which itself marches in earlier and earlier. I know that the majority of British people find February the hardest month to bear but I love it. Regardless of the weather or the state of the garden, spring is coming and the days that hang so heavy in the weeks up to Christmas are getting lighter in weight and duration.
The snowdrops are at their very best around the middle of the month – although this can vary by as much as a fortnight according to the weather, and the primroses in the Coppice respond enthusiastically to any glimmers of sun.
Hellebores are the grandest plants of February and you cannot fail to be charmed by them, especially Helleborus × hybridus in all its forms, modestly holding their astonishing faces to the ground. My hellebores have bred indiscriminately which does result in rather a lot of muddy, pinky-brown flowers, but I encourage this. Too much good taste is bad for you.
As well as relishing the flowers that are increasing by the day, February is a busy month. The days may be lengthening but they are all too short and there is much to do. The garden has to be prepared like a ship setting out for a long voyage. Turn the compost heap. Lay that path. Check the mower and the garden furniture.
In the vegetable garden I dig and, if the soil is dry enough, sow broad beans and plant onion sets. However I do not worry about this – the readiness of the soil is much more significant than the date on the calendar.
The potting shed and greenhouse become the centre of activity, sowing seeds, taking dahlias out of hibernation, chitting potatoes. There is a temptation to sow too much, and almost everything that will eventually be planted outside is better left until March, but I have an irresistible impulse to sow as much as I can.
I try to finish pruning the pleached limes, espaliered pears and any top fruit in the Orchard, as well as the roses, late-flowering clematis and buddlejas. But none of this can be forced. Ice and snow are likely and flooding not uncommon. But some years it is so mild that we give the grass its first trim before the month is out and the intoxicating smell of cut grass as the sun sets after 6pm on a late February afternoon is one of the most exciting moments in the entire gardening year.
Crocus tommasinianus
It is a reasonable rule of thumb to say that wherever grass grows well crocuses will also be happy. But Crocus tommasinianus originates from European woodland and is an exception to this kind of meadow planting. This makes it ideal for planting in a mixed border or in the shade of deciduous shrubs and trees. One of the problems of having bulbs in a border is that they get dug up whenever you plant around them. But if a handful of corms get dug up as and when you plant something else it is of no consequence. Just bung them back in the ground. Like the Lenten rose, C. tommasinianus does have a tendency to hybridise and make muddy or weak colours but at this time of year I would rather have a gorgeous sea of inferior flowers than a handful of exact and superior blooms.
About 10 years ago, in September, we planted thousands of the tiny corms in the grass under a group of field maples that make the extension of the Coppice. This is an oddly complete space yet has never found a name or label to identify it. I guess every largish garden has bits like this that escape classification – probably because they do not need it. Although names can be a bit pretentious and solemn they do serve a real purpose. A distinct part of a garden without a name is curiously incomplete and impersonal. To know something fully you need to know its name. Yet occasionally places escape categorisation and naming. They just are and a label is redundant.
So in this nameless square patch – a good, peaceful patch of garden – we planted 1,000 C. tommasinianus and another 1,000 ‘Barr’s Purple’ which is a tommasinianus cultivar. If these quantities seem enormous bear in mind that a crocus corm is marble-sized and you need tens of thousands to make a really dramatic effect. Planting this number is a bit of a slog, but I go for the turflifting method, lifting a square of turf with a spade, spreading a score of corms at random on the surface of the exposed soil, and putting the turf back over the top of them.
Hellebores
About 20 years ago I went into the local health food store in Leominster for some brown rice and came out with a carload of oriental hybrid hellebores, which became the nucleus of the Spring Garden. Since then I have gathered a few more species hellebores but the heart lies in the Lenten roses, Helleborus × hybridus (formerly known as H. orientalis), and I have grown to love their appearance that spans the icy clutch of winter right through to the end of March.
Hellebores are usually expensive to buy, especially named hybrids, but they are good value because they last for a very long time, will grow in almost any conditions and need very little care – and have some of the most spectacular flowers that any garden can grow at a time of year when flowers are thin on the ground. They also spread themselves very prolifically from seed, so that now my Spring Garden has hundreds of the oriental hybrids. The only downside to this is their tendency to hybridise, making muddy colours and rather more quantity than quality, but none are bad and every now and then a real beauty crops up.
Oriental hellebores are the stars of the February garden. They hybridise indiscriminately and although the results can be a rather muddy pink they are always charming and sometimes stunning.
Lenten roses have flowers that vary from the palest creams to the darkest purples, via bright green. When you buy an unnamed species Helleborus × hybridus there is no saying what the colour will be and there are people who have devoted lifetimes to breeding hybrids whose flowers are predictable. H. × hybridus will cross not only with itself in all its various hybridisations but also with a number of other species, so garden seedlings will always be uncontrollable, which is good if you like surprises. Dark flowers are trendy and certainly beautiful and as a rule seedlings showing dark staining on the stem will produce the darkest flowers. However I like the full range that the Lenten rose can produce from a rich plum purple to a delicate greenish ivory shade, speckled with pink smudges and dots.
The best way to enjoy the details of these flower variations is not on the plant itself because the flowers hang down (to make it easier for pollinating bumblebees to get at their pollen) but to carefully cut a selection on short stems and then float them in a bowl filled with water – like tabletop waterlilies. They last a surprisingly long time like this and make the most beautiful centrepiece for any table.
One of the features of the oriental hybrids is that although their colorations and patterns – as pretty as a speckled bird’s egg – are seemingly random, in fact the plants retain them throughout their long lives, so it is quite possible to try and combine two and start a breeding programme. These colours are not carried on the petals but on sepals that form a protective casing for the bud and the flower. The flower buds are formed in summer, some six months before they appear, although it is common to see some flowers in late summer, the buds jumping the gun at the expense of a display when wanted. This is especially likely to happen with young or recently divided plants.
Many of the oriental hybrids are clones, which means that they do not produce fertile seed and can only be propagated by division. But they do not like being disturbed and if you are not careful they never recover. Set against this risk is that, unlike propagation from seed, each section of the plant will grow into an exact replica of its parent.
Given that hellebores do not like being moved, it pays to get the planting right first time and choose a spot where they will thrive. Hellebores are broadly woodland plants and the essence of all woodland flowers is that they flourish in a situation that has some degree of shade, shelter, rich soil (from all those years of fallen leaves) and often flower early before the canopy of leaves fills out above them blocking all light. Many will tolerate quite dry conditions, especially in summer, after flowering. That might sound a complicated, demanding mix, but in fact most gardens are a type of mini woodland by default and are ideal for woodland flowers like hellebores. The one thing that all hellebores hate is bad drainage, but soil that is rich enough will drain enough and the addition of grit to even really heavy clay, as well as lots of organic material, will do the trick.
When I plant a good-sized hellebore I will dig a deep hole (they have long roots) and add a generous amount of garden compost or mushroom compost. This extra material gives them a healthy start and they respond well. Remember that they live a long time, so it is worth taking some trouble when you plant them.
Hellebore leaves, of whatever variety, are leathery and evergreen and stay on the plant until replaced by new ones in spring as the flowers fade and set seed. However, as they grow older they can be prone to a fungal infection called Coniothyrium hellebori, which creates a chocolate blotching on the leaves, which then turn yellow and die. They also tend to form a tangle above emerging flowers so it is best to remove all the older leaves as the new growth appears – which is a job I do as soon as convenient in the New Year. This will reduce a confidently bulky plant to a fragile, naked thing, but do not worry – the flowers will be all the better for it and the extra light and air will reduce the risk of black spot. Hellebore leaves are very slow to break down on the compost heap but it is better not to compost any infected leaves, burning them instead.
Winter honeysuckle
We have a woody, sprawling and somewhat scrawny bush at the end of the Spring Garden, near the back door, which I treasure at this time of year. It is the winter-flowering honeysuckle and it has the best of all fragrances of any winter plant. A single sprig will fill a room with its delicate but haunting scent.
Lonicera fragrantissima is the best-known and most common of the winter honeysuckles and has tiny ivory flowers on its bare, woody stems (although in mild areas it will be almost evergreen) that would scarcely be noticed in the glory of a May garden but which earn pride of place in stark midwinter. It will grow perfectly happily in dry shade and does not need feeding or rich soil as this will only encourage a mass of foliage at the expense of flowers. L. standishii comes from China and is very similar but more compact and completely deciduous. L. × purpusii is the offspring of a crossing of these two parents and is generally reckoned to have a hybrid robustness that combines both their qualities, being very free-flowering and vigorous.
Lonicera fragrantissima, the winter-flowering honeysuckle, is an ungainly, scrubby shrub but has beautiful, delicate flowers with a deliciously subtle fragrance.
Rhubarb
I have a bed devoted to rhubarb in the Ornamental Vegetable Garden and the fresh rosy shoots are growing strongly now as the days start to lengthen. These were all planted in 1993 after I brought back a bag of discarded roots from a visit to a rhubarb farm near Wakefield in Yorkshire and are a variety called ‘Timperley Early’. At this stage of the season I force a few plants under terracotta rhubarb forcers – which is a fancy way of describing anything that will exclude light whilst allowing room for the young shoots to grow, which, when grown in darkness, are sweeter and have much smaller leaves.
The shoots can be harvested from February to midsummer, when they should then be left to develop good foliage that will feed the roots to ensure a vigorous crop next year. And a vigorous crop is needed because it is glorious stuff however you serve it, be it as fool, crumble, pie, jam, wine or just plain stewed, preferably for breakfast.
All rhubarb is good but early rhubarb is best. Hence the proliferation of forcers in Victorian times, drawing forward the sweet, light-deprived first shoots by as much as a month. Rhubarb is generally not sweet at all and shares spinach and chard’s metallic tang, which comes from a high level of oxalic acid. In fact, the acidic content is so high that it will kill dogs and leave humans with a dramatically active tummy if eaten in sufficient quantity, although only the leaves have levels high enough to be properly dangerous.
It is dead easy to grow. Being a member of the Rheum family it prefers rich, deep soil so enrich the soil with whatever goodness you have and let the young plants grow for a couple of seasons before harvest, so that the roots have a chance to develop. Pull sparingly for the first few years and always stop by midsummer. No amount of cold weather will harm them and a period of cold is necessary to trigger new growth – but damp can rot the crowns so mulch them thickly with manure or compost at the end of autumn but be careful not to cover them. They will be good for 10 years or so when it is a good idea to dig them up, divide the roots with a spade and replant the segments to stimulate more vigorous growth.
My ‘Timperley Early’ rhubarb has grown and produced delicious stems in the same corner of the Ornamental Vegetable Garden for 20 years.
Broccoli
We are now entering the season of one of my favourite vegetables. I love the way that it becomes top-heavily laden with leaf with so much plant for such a delicate harvest. I even like its slowness, steadily managing all that growth from sowing in March to its first tentative picking – in my unforced garden at any rate – in February. To invest a year of growth and weeding, staking, protection from slugs, cabbage white butterflies and pigeons has an unfashionable layer of trust built into the relationship between gardener and plant. Growing broccoli takes some imagination and trust to surrender a slab of garden for a harvest tucked three seasons ahead.