Feeling humbled as I walk around my now green garden, the onions have grown and the first potato leaves peeping through the soil. The beech trees are re-clothed in new greens, blossom cossets the apple and cherry trees. I’m thankful for this lovely, growing garden.

In Venice, little jewels of gardens peered out into the gloomy alleyways, tiny treasures in rivers of stone. Window boxes, making the most of the sun, entreated the sight-seers to look up. Community gardens tucked under trees, manicured gardens in hotel or museum courtyards. (Think I was so enamoured with the sight I forgot to photograph them!)