A garden to me is the most fun if you can throw a ball as hard as possible along the length of it and still not touch the edges. While away recently, my puppy enjoyed playing games with me in our holiday garden. The grass underfoot was soft, green and mossy. There were shelters to explore along the edges of the garden and a child's Wendy house built out of wood covered with overgrown brambles and climbers. A tree at the end of the garden was steeped in a layer of crunchy brown leaves it had shed for the winter. Each morning I'd climb into my wellies and take a ball out to play with the dog in this new, exciting space which had plenty of new scents to investigate. A gate at the end led to the forest beyond. One morning we awoke to see a baby deer in our garden, my most magical memory of the week which has stayed with me since coming home.
top of page
bottom of page