Memories & my fox

The weather is so nice at the moment, so been making the most of it. I was reminded of the summers when I was younger playing in the garden and all the lovely flowers in my dad's garden. The pinks which are my most favourite flowers their beautiful scent always remind me of my dad, the orange, yellow, pink roses and not forgetting the red rose which had a beautiful scent and such a dark red just like velvet. The lavender bushes, honeysuckle, peonies . But the star of the garden was the huge Christmas tree. Every Christmas people would knock on the door asking if we would sell it, every year the answer would be no. I must not forget the hawthorn hedge love that scent as well.
At right of the back my dad had a small allotment where he grew potatoes, cabbages ,beans lettuce carrots and other veg. I remember my dad asking me to cut a cabbage for dinner, so I did and my dad said that I chose well. I felt 10 feet tall, as my dad rarely gave praise.
And the young fox does live in my garden behind the hedge where it's sheltered .some times in the very early in the morning it's on the lawn sitting there looking around, it is so beautiful, not sure what sex it is at the moment. Even the cats are use to it.
I call it my fox as it chose to live with me, but I do understand that it is a wild animal. And I respect that.