And I come across this builders’ sack full of weeds I pulled up last year. In amongst the rotting vegetation wild garlic and lung worth have self seeded.
Fox is asleep beneath the apple tree. He grins at me as I pass by as if by saying; ‘told you so! As long as the sun shines, there will always be us weeds and vermin.’
And he closes his eyes, and goes back to sleep.
And suddenly all is well again with my world.