Every morning, I don my plastic boots and walk over to the garden.
I check for pests, for marauders, for thirst.
So far, so good. Cross our fingers, knock on wood.
We spread a top dressing of mushroom compost.
I don't know if this will influence the outcome but it was obviously too late to till.
That big oval light spot? It's where we ran out of compost.
I pull a little weed here, a little weed there.
As summer draws near, I understand they won't be so little.
And I'll be in a fierce battle to keep garden wreckers at bay.
But for now I'm enjoying
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