Hello there, let me introduce myself, I’m Jack the head gardener, Toby’s, dog. I’m a Scottish Border Terrier and very proud of my heritage. He’s the kind of guy that likes to delegate important tasks, so he’s let me loose on this my first blog of the year.
Who’d have thought that the first grass cut of the season would take place so early in February, mind you I’m not complaining as it gives me a lot of nice clean grass to run about on, not the field I’ve had to get used to. That freshly mown smell puts me in mind of sunny days to come, but I’m not one for bragging about what’s flowering out of season or how early the daffs are. I’m a seasonal kind of guy, I like routines.
I want them to put on a good show for our Winton Open Day on the 10th of April as its in aid of Marie Curie especially, as their symbol is the humble daff. My boss and his team have been busy the last couple of years planting loads more to fill in gaps at the front of the house and along the walks in the woodland, which I can’t wait to see.
The snowdrops are up, aconites too, all sorts of hellebores and my favourite, the Cornelian cherry, is looking good in the woodland. Elsewhere early cyclamen and the winter flowering cherries are still going strong and some cheeky primroses and cowslips are beginning to show, now that’s good enough for me.
Perhaps you’ve guessed my favourite colours are yellow and green – like the daffs which this year put on a cracking display throughout Winton’s grounds. One of the best years, I’m told.
Funny how they match my bosses tractor which I follow everywhere just to make sure he’s going to places I like.
A moot point for you Crufts watchers and pedigree hounds out there, my last blog had me down as a border terrier, that’s my true lineage of course, as you know. My boss however likes to refer to me as a lakeland/patterdale cross, sadly unrecognized as yet by the kennel club, or as ‘doormat’. Funny, I think not!
See more on Winton’s gardens.