A handful of local kids have discovered the garden. I’d heard their screeches and yelps before as they are unseen neighbours of mine. They come to the garden, balancing on the on the boundary wall, or accompanied by a couple of sawn off dogs – you know the ones; nondescript mongrels with legs too short for their bodies. Or they come on silver scooters. However they arrive, they are full of energy and excitement, wanting to taste, touch and see every corner of the garden – especially the pond where they are delighted by the frogs and spawn. Today two kids turned up with scooters and one dog and inaugurated the self-proclaimed Garden Froggies Club and sowed sweet peas, stock, nigella, Californian poppies and other summer lovelies. Fingers crossed the Froggies have green fingers.