This is the first spring in several years that isn’t marked by the reawakening of the garden in Peckham. It is a curious feeling to be without an established plot and for the tiny arc of treasures that I moved to my Somerset farm to not be in context. I am saved by my studio garden in Waterloo for the time I am in town. I would find it impossible to live in the city without engaging with something living and green and ever-changing in this hostile setting. I went through several steps to work my way up to the garden in Peckham: an alley in Bethnal Green, a roof garden in Bonnington Square and the community garden there we built. But the garden in Peckham has been my lifeline for the past 13 years.