to say our garden "runs a bit wild"
would be stating the blimmin' obvious!
With the sunny days I've been out there tidying up
(I use this term loosely- VERY loosely!)
smiling at what I've uncovered from it's coat of winter debris
oh, I always knew THEY were there!
They did come out and "help" for a while but we have a fox living
on the other side of the hedge so I dare not take my
eyes off them for a moment; like innocents abroad they have
no idea of the danger of The Wild Side
Needle the Terrier. . .
Victorian tombstone from a pet's cemetery in a
now demolished Country House
I wondered where I'd left that watering can!