A strange mid-winter warm spell has me feeling ridiculously springlike. In contrast to the -10c we were experiencing before Christmas, it’s now a balmy +12c. It’s not just me noticing the change – the garden is awakening. The broad-leaved sorrel is the first of the perennials to re-emerge from the softening ground, and the ivory shoots of our new bulbs show that our ever-hungry squirrels have failed to eat all of them and that my dreams of woodland drifts of snowdrops and bluebells may yet come to pass!