A cold, crisp winters day is perfect for a little gardening. Well, when I say gardening, I mean tidying straggling shrubs and fallen leaves. I love getting the big leaf blower out to round them up into a big pile, before firing up the lawn mower to vacuum them up. It makes the garden see, little tidier.
While snipping away at a particularly hairy-looking Hypericum, I felt as if I was being watched. I couldn’t hear anything, so definitely not my pup. As I moved my head to the side…there…. just in the corner of my eye, a puffed-up Robin, patiently waiting to feast on any bugs I might disturb with my activities.
He hopped along the flower bed until he was just within arms reach, ducking in every so often to spear a tasty morsel. He seemed quite at home with me pruning and tidying. It’s said that Robins are a sign of visiting loved ones. As my mum was a keen gardener, it was most likely her, just making sure I’m doing a good job.
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