Last spring my daughter, home from college for a visit, and I wandered with our coffee mugs in hand in our wasteland of a suburban back yard, deploring its lack of grass, flowers, or bushes - and the erosion that had inevitably set in when everything died out beneath the heavy oak canopy.
Birding
Wasteland to Woodland
Submitted by Andtototoo on Tue, 08/12/2008 - 16:35.»
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