Bark

For those of you who live in the UK, it is unlikely to have escaped your notice that this season is an uncommonly long and confused one.  Raspberries are flowering as are some rhododendrons, daffodils are up and the country generally seems to think that spring has sprung.  Wandering around the bounteous garden at The Roundhouse this morning, there were many late/early bloomers, including hebes, salvias, abutilon and Mexican orange blossom.  Undoubtedly it is a welcome bonus to have so much colour so late in the year, but my eye was drawn not to bloom but to the decorative bark of the myrtle.  Its peeling skin like layers of cinnamon, talcum powder and green tea.  With all this befuddlement I am slightly worried that Father Christmas will get equally disorientated and not turn up!