Being in the garden in February is like being let into a secret. Everyone else is cocooned away behind double glazing, convinced by central heating and electric lights that winter will never end and that the best thing is to continue to hide away.
But we feel the weak sun on our faces, see shoots pushing through the earth, catkins unfurling, and peach buds pinking up and preparing to burst. This is perhaps the time when the seasons and the wheeling of the year feels strongest because, despite the gloom and cold, plants just can’t help themselves. They know the earth is turning, that their moment is coming, and so up they come