A moving mound making muttering sounds – like a Titan in a sea of sedges
Rump to the sun, nose to the ground – a wake of weeds wrenched from the hedges
Old Granny Chappell sidled up to the house – oblivious to startled observation.
The neighbour thus baulked with the hose he did douse and there she emerged
dripping in consternation !
Shamed apologies sincere and many chores later he now thus smitten tends to her weeds ;
and she to his appetites caters !
ponderingpam 