Treading softly
ITH the sun at last out and the warmth encouraging us to prepare for summer’s glorious blooms, we need to tread warily as we spring clean those stacks of pots and baskets. On my wife’s recent clear-out, she found a plastic bag of moss used for Christmas wreaths by the back door. She was about to remove the moss, only to find a robin sitting on its nest (). Horrified that she might have driven it away, she carefully
