|Behind that shed, you can just make out the garden fence|
|The greenhouse at 9am. Sunrise? Not so much!|
|Pak choi experiment in ‘potted’ edibles|
I’m reminded of a line in Shelley’s Ode to the West Wind (I had to look the name of the poem up, I only remember the last line): If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? From your mouth, Percy, to God’s or Nature’s or fill-in-your-term-for-something-larger-and-more-overarching-than-our-individual-little-selves, Ear!