t happens about once a week – I emerge from bed to inspect the garden, and find that something has been rummaging in the night. A broken stem of last summer's growth here, half a chewed-up glove there, a plastic compost bag trawled across the lawn. I imagine it's a particularly wily fox, but if so, they always close the shed door behind them. Playful, yes, but considerate.
LETTING THE WILD IN
Jul 12, 2023
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