in the night garden

in the night garden

once more

padding the soft moss lawn

which floats in the dying winter light

purple-headed hellebore 

breaks ground

and sharp leaves

pierce the growing gloom

as a church watches over

the path leads home

The return of a familiar friend

 Dear Sheddists,

one of the most wonderful things I'm experiencing now I've retired is the timeless joy of being outside, working in the garden and watching the seasons change.

I'm often accompanied by a variety of wildlife and by four fattening guinea-pigs gorging on the summer grassed lawns.  The robins are never far away either, waiting for the next tasty treat to be unearthed by my spade. 

So as we repopulate the garden with butterfly-friendly flowers and clear the borders one by one the wildlife continues to flourish. A week or two ago my eldest grandson and I were to be found in the early evening sun crouched over the small pond near to the house counting the frogs who have taken up residence. No less than five were spotted!

We had another visitor yesterday, the return of Dangermouse!  It's not the first time we've seen him - he regularly attempts the slippery climb to the top of the bird-feeders by the pond. And this time, as you can see from the evidence, he was successful!

Welcome back friend!

Yours as ever,

electrofried(mr)