The Unexpected Outcome of a Garden Dispute With My Neighbor
I am seventy-three, retired, and use a wheelchair. Many assume that means my world has shrunk. In truth, it has changed shape. My world lives in my little yard — two young maple trees, tall evergreens, and a garden I tend through every season. I brush snow from branches, wrap tree guards against cold winds,…
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