I love my parents’ garden. Until recently, it was always ‘our garden’: the garden I first met aged two, and the one I still pine for when things get tough. There’s nothing like going Home (with a capital H - where the roots are) and sitting in the lush green space my mum and dad … Continue reading A garden of one’s own
Poem | The Outside
I wrote this poem quite early on in lockdown for a poetry submission on the theme of nature.
It didn't get picked, so I thought I'd share it on here. Waste not, want not!