The renewed onslaught has produced a sense of hibernation and put a definite full stop to any activity in the garden. I think that planting shallots and garlic can wait a bit, the ground is far too solid to work and buried under a good depth of snow.
All we can do at the moment is drive our daughter mad by talking like old folk about the big freeze of 1963. Now, that was what I call a winter.
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