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. It is half a garden…