I remember a rainstorm as a child, watching it splatter our driveway. The drops splashing up like butterflies made of water and seeing all that moisture run past our property, along the curb, down the driveway and into the street.
I asked my dad if we could cut a hole in the curb to let the water run onto our grass and give extra water to the trees. I will never forget that he said no and dismissed the idea as childish.
I vowed to make the parcel a wildlife habitat someday.
53 years later, I was blessed to have a chance to buy the house from my dad’s wife’s heirs and engage organic gardeners to help make that dream a reality.
This is our story.
