Goodbye to the veg patch

How a year growing vegetables soothed my troubled soul and readied me for my next spring - whatever that will look like

I was six months pregnant with my second child when the pandemic blocked out the world. Three became four, and trapped us in a new, rented home, near but suddenly so far from our families and childhood friends. One colicky, sleepless, semi locked-down year later, I had two tiny children, a new obsession with gardening, a redundancy cheque and a place on…