As I write I look outside to see a collection of snowdrops gently nodding their heads in the breeze. These will soon be joined by the Winter Aconites, Scilla, the first daffodils and flowers from Cornus mas and Abeliophyllum distichum, signifying for many that winter is merging into spring in the ever revolving door of the seasons. But look a little deeper at those patches of barren wilderness that loom back at us through the window, as there could be more goings on than perhaps meets the eye.