One of the raised vegetable beds needed repairing,
so we bought timber at an old fashioned timber merchants,
cut exactly and willingly, to size.
The rat was evicted from the collapsing compost bin
where he had admittedly done an excellent job of turning the pile,
and well rotted kitchen waste was spread onto the waiting bean bed.
It's too shady there but I'll give it one more year.
A quick fire dealt with garden debris
and
with some welcome warmth from the sun
we were not the only creatures with a quickened pulse.
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