My First Molehill.

There’s a mole wreaking havoc at the top of my garden. Big mounds of soil are appearing everywhere, although there doesn’t seem to be any damage to the plants yet.

I was sitting at the top of the lawn this evening with a cup of tea, and when I got up I noticed two mounds that I was sure hadn’t been there when I’d sat down. One of them appeared to move, so I watched it for a few seconds. It moved again, and so I continued to watch it as the mound jerked a little higher and trickles of loose earth ran down the sides.

And that’s the first time in my life that I’ve watched a mole hill under construction. It appears life still has things to show me after all. Whatever next, I wonder.