As we all begin to spend more time than ever at home, our gardens (if we’re lucky enough to have them) are becoming our sanctuary, especially as we officially roll into spring with its warmer temperatures (fingers crossed) and lighter evenings.
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I woke on Tuesday at 4am and could hardly breathe. I was sweating (and, post-menopausal that I am, I never sweat) and racked with worry. I grabbed my hair, put my head in my hands, and said out loud, ‘What am I doing? What was I thinking?’