“Our garden in May can be better than anything else that this world has to offer” I asked Sarah what I should write about this month, as I was metaphorically sucking my pencil and weighing up the options. (Ever tried sucking your keyboard as you mull the options? No, me neither. Doesn’t seem appropriate somehow, let alone practical). She said, with a surprising insouciance, not even looking up, “Write about what you would miss if you died tomorrow”. You can see why I still adore her after 43 years. But apart from missing what I had planned to be a long, happy and healthy life, her, my children, the dogs, the garden, everything – or perhaps nothing at all because I would be dead – I took it at its…
