I spy . . .

By Kitkat

Unruley

I'm so jealous of my neighbour's garden and this is not a criticism of him either, but he doesn't have time or resources to do anything with this garden, so every year it overgrows with wildflowers, has a tree produces the finest apples and even the cats sit in the warmth of the sun on his broken bench. 

I love it!   I get to see the sparrows go mad in the flowers picking off any little bug that dare moves. 

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