I went in to my garden for a mental break from studying. In the tiniest triangle between my garden, next door’s garden and the horse field behind is a little scrap of what I think is the original old wood that would have covered this area. One very big old hawthorn is the last original tree standing, the others are newer. In its shade lie a carpet of wild garlic and bluebells. I noticed that they’ve made their way on to my side in the far section that I’ve left wild.
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