Spoor of the Bookworm

By Bookworm1962

When the piddle stopped a forest grew...

We used to have a tiny little dwarf conifer in our front garden. It sat there for years never getting taller than a foot high, a perfect little bonsai. Then the sad day came when my beloved dog Dylan was no longer here to piddle on it every day...and now you can't see anything out the window but conifer....

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