Last fall in this house. In this garden. I walk around the garden thinking about all the work we have done to make it ours. To me it's perfect now. In all its obvious imperfection. Hard traffic outside, the traffic has always been our greatest obstacle. But the garden is invisible from the outside now and when inside, the traffic buzz feels like a curiosity. To us a reminder of how much we love the city. In the summer when lying on the grass, you are surrounded by greenery. No one can see you and still the tube is only a two minute walk away. We love that about this house.