Day 6: vaguely effectual druiding

[freckles_and_doubt]

Things I Have Discovered This Lockdown: the precise spot in the back courtyard in which to stand if I wish a random photo of same to give the largely erroneous impression of a lushly green English Cottage Garden. The reality is far starker, in that right of frame is up against a south-facing wall which gets absolutely zero sun, so is composed of stark concrete and a few trailing tendrils of Evil Ivy from next door. Also not pictured: the astroturf, the bits eaten by snails, the weird mildew that's ravaged the oreganum, and my slowly-recovering brunfelsia, which is inching back to greenery from almost-white leaves as a result of copious application of plant food. There is also a pleasing foreshortening happening, the reality is not quite as crowded with leaves.

Which I suppose is a long-winded way of saying that pottering around my courtyard at intervals is contributing materially to my sanity under lockdown, and I can completely understand why people in gardenless flats are breaking out into herb-growing and concocting their own sourdough starters. Having living things to prod gently is very celebratory of life and health, both of which appear to be materially under threat just now.