WESTMILL WOODLAND BURIAL GROUND

January Frost Morning

A few days ago Sarah and I were up on the burial ground and it was absolutely magical. A bright blue sky and a hard frost left the leaves etched out in white on the ground and on the trees there were tiny hairs of white frost decorating the berries and outlining the branches.   The new growth of the lime trees shone bright red in the sun and the teasels in the frost are lovelier than any Christmas tree decoration you could buy. The robin was out and about greeting us at the gate.

Today we are muddier than we have ever been so if you are coming for a visit in a single car we recommend making use of the gravel outside the new gate and coming in through the gate that way.  Hopefully, the wind will soon dry us up but with more rain coming we are being cautious about parking.

The new compost loos now boast two compartments, a roof and division but so far no thrones.  Not quite ready for use!

 

We saw quite a few snowdrops coming up in time for February.  There country name in some places is February fair maidens and they are living up to this despite the unseasonal flowering of some other spring flowers. Someone said to me that the reason they did not come up unusually early is that they need a proper spell of cold to bring them on. I do not know if this is true but it is noticeable that it has been the later spring flowers and the catkins that were brought forward by the unusual warmth we have been having. The aconites are also coming through now.

 

Recently, when Adam was up he noticed that all the graves with fresh flowers on them were covered in bees drawn out by the warm weather and looking for blossoms. They were probably from the hives Chris keeps below the burial ground.  His honey is absolutely delicious and will be on sale during the Open Day in June. Highly recommended.  

 

Frosty Morning