This is what I see as I leave the house in the morning:
A veritable jungle at my doorstep. The spring rains have encouraged the greenery to grow lusher and lusher, until I’m obliged to hack my way through the brush every time I want to leave the house. Well done, Mother Nature – ’tis a shrubbery that would make the Knights of Ni drool.
It wasn’t always like this. When I moved in eight months ago, the yard was a mass of rubble. I can’t think of one time a lawn mower has been seen ’round these here parts. If I didn’t know better, I’d think this front yard had been growing wild all this time. I’d also think that I kind of like it. The beginnings of a secret garden in front of my very own apartment building.
Make a wish.