When the kids were younger, they would hang around while I worked in the garden. Of course they weren’t much help… mostly, you would find them looking for fat earthworms under the rocks or running around catching spiders, grasshoppers and ladybirds, or trampling on the flower beds in pursuit of butterflies.
Now that they are older, they don’t hang around so much anymore. For a while, all I had for company was Rusty. He would be sniffing for toads or chasing garden lizards, and always trampling on my plants, killing them in the process.
Today, I am the lonely soul in the garden. I think Rusty has grown up too. Like the boys, he prefers the comfort of the cool living room.
Come to think of it, I miss having them in the garden. Nevermind if they are pesky… Come, trample on my plants!