The garden of my London abode is looking lush. I used to write about it a lot; less so these days as other things have come to the fore. My flatmates and upstairs neighbours have indulged my wild ways over the years and I continue to tend it.

 The garden is quite long but not all that wide. However it feels larger by virtue of the picket style fences on both sides which create a sense of open space with the adjoining gardens. A section fell apart over the winter so I made a rudimentary repair: a couple of lengths of 2x1 for the rails and the slats of a futon bed that was surplus to requirements

 I was chatting to one of my neighbours and joked that it was 'rustic' in keeping with the rest of the fence which is looking very rustic these days i.e. on the verge of falling down entirely. My neighbour understood straight away and said "Wabi-sabi". That is the Japanese aesthetic that has been described as "a beauty of things imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete" and as "a beauty of things modest and humble".