When my wife and I bought our home, we chose it for the yard. It was a little over a quarter acre, a veritable estate in Southern California. Nestled under a proud Wild Oak and an umbrella-like Chinese Elm, the backyard especially felt like a secret garden, secured by a lush green wall of ivy on three sides.
When my wife closed her eyes, she saw kids pl…
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