I stopped by the old place last weekend to pick up a favourite shovel I thought I had lost, and to visit with former neighbours/forever friends.
When I walked around the corner it felt like a punch in the gut. This was the scene before me:
Scars of ripped out gardens and smears of green asphalt.
Four months earlier it looked like this:
As painful as the scene was to face, the experience was an interesting lesson in the fragility and fleeting beauty of gardens. It also brought home to me how vulnerable the creatures we share our space really are to the human love affair with lawn mowers.