Pickle

While raking up the leaves this autumn, I forgot a pile between the shed and fence. On Christmas Eve, I looked out the window and the leaves seemed different.

Pickle, one of our garden foxes, had patted the pile down. She was curled up, fast asleep, in her leaf nest.

Peter Snell was a bookseller, and he wears a lot of red in December. Facebook @bartons.bookshop