Jason’s restorative handiwork gives him a thrill of satisfaction that no mere purchase could ever hope to equal.
Lockdown arrived three years ago, along with a heatwave: I see the boys tinkering with bikes in the garden, Izzy and me making cucumber frames out of old windows. Not, admittedly, for usefulness alone, for, although a productive vegetable garden has a beauty of its own (plants in serried rows, like buttons on a card; beanpoles and wigwams breaking the…
