One spring morning, the coffee in the hand, the gaze goes towards the garden... and the lawn once smooth looks suddenly like a gruyère. Everywhere, small clear holes, as if someone had discreetly perforated the grass during the night. Immediate reflex: accuse the moles. But no mound of earth appears on the horizon. This scene has already engulfed more than one gardener. Yet, these small holes in the lawn without taupini reveal something other th…
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One spring morning, the coffee in the hand, the gaze goes towards the garden... and the lawn once smooth looks suddenly like a gruyère. Everywhere, small clear holes, as if someone had discreetly perforated the grass during the night. Immediate reflex: accuse the moles. But no mound of earth appears on the horizon. This scene has already engulfed more than one gardener. Yet, these small holes in the lawn without taupini reveal something other th…