Celebrate outdoor living
Over the past few weeks I’ve found myself retreating into my garden to take a rest from the world. Here my horizons shrink to reach only as far as the fence, my space suddenly hung with cheery festoons instead of sombre news stories, and I can forget about the chaotic whirl of worrisome stuff on the other side of those wooden boards. If I’m honest, I’m not always too keen at the point I’m hauling on my wellies and pulling a face at the prospect of the chill, but once I’m past the barrier of the back door I soon gladden and get cracking. A general chopping-of-dead-things and clearing of weeds has filled my green bin and satisfied my spring-clean cravings. I’ve tidied the shed shelves and found all sorts…
