|When you see one set of footprints it was then that I carried some trash that I dropped in your rain garden.|
And I know that you just have to let go when it comes to the front yard. Cats poop in your mulch. Dogs lift their legs on your favorite yucca. Other dogs then pee on your favorite yucca. People step on plants in the hell strip and throw cigarette butts amongst the ground covers.
And dogs, enough with the peeing on my favorite yucca. Jesus.
But now I'm pondering growing stinging nettle or prickly pear in the berm. Someone tell me to let it go.