Some people are blessed with green fingers. Others are blessed with a talent for murdering plants in cold blood, no matter how hard they try to nurture and tend. I fall into the second category, as if you had not already guessed.

You would think that, being a person of some limited capability with regard to gardening, I would live in a place consisting mostly of concrete with the occasional indestructible tree defying all my attempts at slaughter. Instead, I live in a garden which stretches the entire length of my house and is at least four times the width.

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