The rain has been relentless this June. The night brings thunder storms, cracking and swirling above our beds. I lie half awake and worry unnecessarily about the temporary roof leaking, before drifting off to sleep.
There is a veil between me and the garden. I’m not talking of the winter morning mist that hangs low in the air convincing me to stand by the fireplace, rather than survey my tiny suburban grounds. I’m speaking of a veil, in the form of builders and their large array of rackety power tools. We decided to extend our two bedroom house this winter, which is very exciting for our little family. With the arrival of our won….