67th Street Backyard

You have to start somewhere. This is my back yard. It went from a boring path, dead fruit trees, and patchy weeds to a place to dine, a coffee patio, a tomato and strawberry patch, and a place for all the water that used to flood my garage to sink into the ground. Sages waft their fragrance into the air on hot nights. Sulphur Buckwheats bloom in February, heralding the impending Spring. Hummingbirds zip from the verbenas to the penstemons, filling the air with their high pitched chirps.

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