My childhood home had a wide open front yard; there was a stone wall and a low bush that came straight across the front. That’s all been sculpted away.

The new people created a precise maze of flowers and trees.

Many years ago, my parents commented that all of our neighbors were landscaping like crazy. So now it’s come to where I used to live. But the biggest thing was that none of us were home; we had all moved – or died, leaving this place all but forgotten. Except for the fire hydrant; it’s not like any of us could forget that.