This is a map of my front yard. It is pathetic, mind you. A small rosemary and zandunga plant are my most recent acquisitions from my landlord as a feeble attempt to raise the property value. On one side is a random plastic bowl left by a construction worker while they were spraying my house for lead paint last winter.
I love my garden. It is sad and small and perfectly wonderful. My roommates dogs, Charlie and Leveau, chase each other in circles at amazing speeds, loop after loop, just like Quetzalcoatl and Tecciztecatl. In the morning my street smells of nothing but bacon and egg tacos. The same small dogs yap at me every morning, and it's the most fantastic thing in the world.
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