Missing my garden in France

A cold, dank, dismal day in London and I'm missing my garden in France. Roll on summer holidays when we can laze on the beach, pluck plums, figs and grapes in the garden, sipping fragrant Siloe wine as the little garden lizards dart amongst the rocks. At Easter we usually go out to do a spring clean and wrestle the garden back into shape but I might make it out during February halfterm this year; even if the February weather is a bit apocalyptic, there is always the views to soak up, the air, the food.