What Writing Can Teach About Gardening

(But also I hate gardening)

Photo by Ilnur Kalimullin on Unsplash

I moved into my Nan's house a few months after she’d died.

It was a November afternoon. It was wet and cold, and I was eager to get inside and unpack the few boxes I’d brought with me from my parent’s house.

It’s a semi-detached home with a reasonable sized front and rear garden. Other houses on the street have dug up…