She allowed her gaze to wander lazily around the garden of her childhood home. She absorbed the pleasantness of the surrounding foliage, she couldn’t name of any of the plants, having never had a natural interest in gardening she just appreciated the finished product. It wasn’t a huge garden, it was a modest space typical of the type and age of the property. The sandy patio led onto a large, neat, grassed area, it occurred to her how neat the edges of the lawn were – almost as though someone had lovingly hand snipped each blade to a specific measurement and then leavened out the earth beside it to a perfectly straight edge. The edges led on to a rambling collection of plants, trees and shrubs; a rainbow of colours, shapes and sizes, all dancing into each other with ease and abandon, and yet each maintaining their individuality – defending their validity of presence.