Where the faery and human worlds merge…
Was in my garden all afternoon.
I’ve no proper shovel but my hands did the trick.
There’s nothing like having your hands in the muck while you rant at the poor garden gnome to set your head right again.
I’ll go down tomorrow morning and find him and his little wheel-barrow long gone, I’m sure.
He got a tearful earful today.
“We will grow back!”