Thimbleberry

Growing around the wellhouse. I spent some time putting fermented muck and some bone meal on our vegetable beds. Pip diligently followed me around the garden. She has become my wee shadow since Breagh died. She just like to be with me if she can. It didn't happen immediately and she seems to be a little happier at the moment. I think she has made a shift with her grieving transitioning. Me still slow progress.

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