I started trimming the Buddleias yesterday. Finally it was warm enough to get out into the garden for a short while. It's been bitterly cold for the last couple of weeks with light dustings of snow. Buddleias (of the Davidii group) should be cut back to the second growth of leaves up the stem. Although I keep that in mind, I always find it hard on the first trimming to be drastic enough, so I'll probably give it a couple of weeks and give them another tidy.
Cotswold District Council have decided to regularly collect our garden rubbish for recycling and have delivered a wheelie-bin at the beginning of this month specifically for that job. It was with great delight that I started filling it up yesterday.
Some of my Hebe plants have been flowering all winter. If there are any butterflies about in the near future I hope they will spot the Hebe in the back garden which has plenty of flowers. My daffodils are starting to flower too and last year I saw butterflies entering the daffodil-trumpet, so do watch your daffodils... I have crocus, primroses, violets and the first few flowers on Aubrieta out as well.
Looking in a mirror each day is as exciting as watching new plants emerge in the garden. My new hair is fun. It's as thick as a closely-woven carpet. My old hair was brown but the new is pewter-grey (with the white highlights at the temples remaining). It's swirling around on top of my head as the hair growing back fights with the hair growing forward for a place. Fascinating! I saw an acquaintance in the supermarket last week who said "you've had your hair done, it looks very nice" so clearly I look like a normal human being again.
A few days later, in the same supermarket, I saw a Leukaemia patient who had the same chemotherapy treatment as me at the same time (although his odds were never as good as mine); he's had a relapse and there's no more treatment for him. I feel really sad.