--Cicero
My backyard is my favorite place in all the world. It is a quarter acre of lawn surrounded by ever growing numbers of flower beds, gently taken back from what was almost entirely weeds and very little else.
The yard is an odd shape, fenced in on all sides to ward off the deer that used to wander in and munch on whatever I tried to grow. It is surrounded by five neighbors most of whom care little for their own yards so the six-foot high fence is practical in that regard as well.
Slowly over the past 13 years we have transformed this space into a paradise in which we can't seem to spend enough time. With our summers our own, however, and the weather much more cooperative, our garden seems to take gentle leaps forward, each one making it closer to our dream.
The mystery surrounding a garden is that the gardener will never know how the story ends. Yet I continue to inch forward, planting new varieties, new species, some new hardscape.
I sit among my flowers and trees, the fruit trees with limbs bowed down with promise and the patches of vegetables supplying our summer dinner table and marvel at what I have created in such a short time.
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