Luxurious
Several days of morning frost. Despite the frost, moles are active. Many molehills and moles’ surface tunnels.
Moles have been here, burrowing beneath the soil and feasting on earthworms since the retreat of the last ice-age. They are solitary.
Recently-excavated soil from molehills appears luxurious as moist soil pushed up from underground contrasts with drier surface soil. Some gardeners prize 
molehill soil and collect it for garden use.
Farmers and gardeners frequently persecute moles. Previously with strychnine, latterly with horrible crushing traps. Their molehills are perhaps a slap-in-the-face for the lawn-lover. They certainly create extra work as I have to collect the disturbed soil from the surface of the lawn and then brush with a besom to prepare for mowing. I have also become exasperated as underground soil eruptions disturb my neat rows of seedlings. Our vegetable beds are undermined by mole tunnels. Harvesting potatoes is especially difficult when the tubers drop deep into the underground highway.
The soil cast up by moles provides an ideal seedbed for our native wildflowers in the wildflower meadow.
We don’t persecute the little fellahs. Difficult to really when we’re siting nest boxes for tawny owls, hoping for successful breeding. As much as 45% of a tawnies diet can be juvenile moles in early summer.
Live and let live.