It took me a while to find keys to the patio doors. They hadn’t been opened for a long while and were home to hiding spiders and dusty webs. On this icy day, I stepped through into full sunshine heating the flagstones. The rotting sills began to dry. I scraped off the old paint and brushed on a bright-white. At the end of the garden the brown vegetable patch was near waking, dreaming of sweetpeas, butterflies and fruit.