Jack loves to sneak into the garden at night, whilst everyone is asleep.
As the sun crests the horizon, he inspects his work with a sense of pride. Wonderful.
He hears footsteps approaching.
A feeling of sadness overcomes him as he slinks off to hide behind the garden shed.
Brigid scampers playfully into the garden, kissing the tiny buds on the trees, breathing on the flowerbeds and whispering to the bulbs hiding beneath. “Wakey wakey, it’s time to get up, my blossoms.”
The ewes, heavy with lamb, bleat contentedly.
Soon, their children will be frolicking around the garden.