Quiet Moments

After the hustle and bustle of a toddler filled day, I sometimes mosey on down to the plot.

Something changes here everyday and I love that. I walk around and spot the new events.

Today, strawberries, peeking through leaves, waiting to be coloured in by the sun.

Opened foxgloves softening the edge of a compost heap.

I notice everything, every unfurling, each new bud and annoyingly, new slug munched leaves.

Sometimes I get creeped out as I do a little evening pottering- rustling, swishing, creeking wood. My imagination goes into overdrive and with a hint of the Scooby Doo swamp monster in the air I quickly scurry off home and leave the night time creatures to it.