As we end this, the strangest and most unpredictable of years, the garden is reassuringly true to its December form. It falls into the rhythm and pattern that December inexorably brings of grey, dull days, the garden as drab and washed out as at any point in in any year. This is not good - but at least it is reliably consistent. Climate change means that snow in December is now rare and frost become much less common.
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