Kala and I sow her garden in May – then I pop round for tea and weeding
My daughter Kala has been in my life since I was 19. We are still (of course) close. Kala lives four doors from me in London’s Kentish Town. I look over to her home from mine.
We always sow her annual garden around her birthday in May. And what a year it’s been. Self-seeding poppies bursting through her patio. Extravagant oriental flowers a metre tall. Nasturtiums have swamped the space. Kala’s been ripping them out by the armload in a mostly failed attempt to stop them conquering the wall.