Nigel Slater

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A cook who writes. Observer columnist. Author. Gardener. Books: The Kitchen Diaries, The Christmas Chronicles, A Cook’s Book, A Thousand Feasts. Instagram.com/nigelslater

The fennel, with all its soft aniseed notes, has survived all winter in pots on the terrace. Along with rosemary and ‘some’ of the thymes, they are the most reliable of the herbs I grow. They never let me down.

A terracotta pot containing newly emerging fronds of fennel.

I’m usually away at this time of year, invariably missing the moment when the primroses start blooming at the bottom of the garden. It is difficult to think of a plant that carries the hope and freshness of spring the way a primrose does. Worth staying home for.

A bunch of pale yellow primroses and their green leaves against a background of dried leaves, twigs and rotted bark at the bottom of my London garden.

The single roses planted last winter are coming into bloom. The snow white Kew Gardens is out already and the Dunwich Rose is in bud. I wait patiently for Spinosissima Falkland, the softest pink and the most recently planted.

The new rose bed with its pale pink and soft white roses just opening. There is old wooden trellis and an oak climbing post at the rear of the picture.