I had a deck across the back of the house and I'd be more likely to sit up there than the patio unless I had company. (I still have the table chairs and cedar lounge from the patio.)
Another obsession was the infestation of slugs that shortened the life of the blooms. I became the big slug hunter. I knew the time when they would show themselves and I'd go out with a flashlight headband, tong tweezers and a coffee can filled with salt and every one I saw was toast. I only knew I was making headway when my victims became smaller and smaller.
At the time, my daughter who lived with me, was into singing and playing guitar. Sunday was garden day and she'd bring out her amps and serenade me while I puttered. When it became routine, neighbors would pull out their lawn chairs and sit to listen. I loved that yard.
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