The grass is growing again. It's hard to believe, when the back garden is a muddy morass and the common floods after each night of rain, but look closely and you can see the fresh new growth coming up around last year's tired and broken blades.
Everywhere the verges are thickening up, regreening South London's streets and parks. With the grass comes weeds; nettles and goose-grass are on their way, and on the commons cow parsley is pushing up its leaves like chervil. But before long, dandelions and daisies, the bane of tidy gardeners, will be in bloom, and later buttercups and clover will appear to remind us city-dwellers of the meadows we have lost. I can't wait.