PINCHING OUT
I slip on my gardening shoes and step out into the tepid morning air clutching a hot mug of coffee. I make my way directly to my greenhouse, where the sun pours in through the glass. The warm air greets me like a hug, and my shoulders relax. I start lifting propagator lids, letting the condensation flow into the corner and on to the floor. Little green shoots of life are boldly pushing through the soil or holding their leaves in upwards worship to the sun.
I move to my chillies and peppers, still cosy on their heat mats. They have several leaves now, some dark purple, others
