We are making a back yard. We (he) pulled out a huge hedge, twenty feet high by thirty feet long, and now it is laying in the neighbor's backyard. It was mostly his hedge anyway, turns out. Redrawing the property lines, we discovered that the old fence gives us probably ten feet we shouldn't have but are happy to take. The fence has been there since dirt, since God, and that counts for something. Even in the backyard neighbor's mind. So, we tore out the hedge, pulled out the stumps, and are debating how to dispose of the schoolbus sized load of shit that resulted from my good idea: hey, honey... wouldn't it be nice to have a little more light and room? So, the wake of my gardening, a neighborhood manifest destiny: we'll take it all-- one yard at a time.
So, we (I) raked it smooth and seeded it. And he doesn't believe it will grow. I think mostly because of bad behavior in his/our former lives, he thinks the seeds won't take, thinks the laws of nature/physics will be suspended to maintain karmic justice. I just tell him water water water. Karma be damned. But Portland is self-watering. No need to worry. It just pours.
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