If I come out here before work, when the morning light is seeping in from the East, I find myself in quite a different garden. There is real peace here in the moments before the day begins. Hank joins me as I wander around this tiny patch. He sniffs and I search for slugs. Sometimes I have bagged up to thirty in a single morning’s cull. This year, my efforts in February to completely douse the garden in pellets has paid off, and my catch is significantly diminished.
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This square of green is all that’s left of a much larger plot. For years its sunnier other half, now owned by neighbours, has sat tantalizingly beyond a broken fence and a tangle of unkempt shrubs and climbers. Its lack of scale has limited my ambition and I have cared for it with a shameful lack of real commitment, one eye on the promised land beyond the fence. Now, scarred by a recent unsuccessful bid to buy it back, I am forced to readjust my own ambitions for the portion I am left with. I am making my peace with it.
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Half a Garden 
It’s beautiful. Wow.
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