There are three options here.
Either they read my mind.
Read my blog.
Or simply decided the eye sore in our back garden was even too much for them.
The garden, nonetheless, is a spotless oasis. There is not even a single leaf out of place. It has restored, even if just slightly, the hope that someone - anyone - actually gives a shit.
It makes this rainy day a bit easier to bear. So it goes.