What a heady brew of a day! A potent cocktail of rain, hail, sleet and sunshine, all washed down with a wind from the north west that could lift you off your feet. Unfortunately this wind, and the many others that have preceded it in the past few weeks, has caused much damage in the garden. The soft and spoilt foliage of evergreens has been scorched and disfigured, wet-footed shrubs and trees have been rocked on their soggy roots and newly emerging flowers discoloured and ripped from their boughs. So often the icy pair of frost and snow are demonised, but the evil duo of cold wind and persistent rain are just as worthy for a pantomime hiss. I am hoping that some of Max’s magnolia blooms will hang on long enough to reach their full potential. Since I started working in his garden, late last summer, I have been impatient to see this collection of trees in flower. It may be that this wind scuppers my wish. If so I suppose there is always next year, but that seems an awful long time to wait ……..