The morning sun peeks over the fence pensively anticipating the soggy remains left by relentless rains. It wonders if its winter rays will be enough to blanket the garden to provide a little restoration.
I’ve spent the last few weeks dipping in and out of the fierce showers sent by the smokey-coloured clouds, the ground is sodden and difficult to work. I…
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