While I was away the garden got very slightly out of hand. Nothing that you'd notice immediately, understand. Floppier, greener in the wrong places, withered at the edge. In between chapters of
Fight Club I planted swede in place of shallots, deadheaded godetia and pulled off sweet pea pods, re-potted a Christmas tree gone brown at the bottom, moved an alpine strawberry plant, decided against moving peppermint tea seeds, saturated potatoes, uprighted runner bean stakes and picked brown-tinged basil leaves. After a while things started looking better. I went back to the book.
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