When we lived in the village of Northport, before we moved to the water, I had beautiful gardens. I spent a lot of time reading about gardening, buying new plants, and then the hard part, gardening itself. What great exercise for the body and the mind. One year I won an award (one in about twenty they gave out) for the prettiest street garden. A beautification of the neighborhood award. I also had young children at the time, and my gardens sometimes took a beating. I lost some bushes by second base, and had many squished plants by the basketball net. It was usually okay with me, since we all had to live together, and making compromises is part of being a family.
The very best compliment I got on my garden was when a man was walking by, and saw about five bikes on the lawn. He said that my yard was beautiful, and he wasn’t just talking about the beautification award. He said this is what a yard is suppose to look like. Bikes and balls everywhere. I agreed with him. My home has alway been a place where kids could be kids.
Northport, New York
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