In the front yard
My personal favorites that I’m trying to get established as wildflowers. They grow in a lot of the yards around here.
Daddy’s ashtray is now on my front porch. There always used to be White Owl cigars in it. My Aunt Lib made it for him. This is one of those treasured odd objects that I thought had been thrown away. It’s one of the things that will make the move west with me.
The crabapple tree, now:
slowly she turned 