Our new front yard: history
...uddenly, I had a vision of a cleared slope, open to the light, filled with meadow plants dancing with butterflies, bees and hummingbirds. Erik saw my vision, and we set to work chopping down trees. As I wrote in another post, in the end, it was not emotionally difficult to remove the stagnant trees. They seemed to want to go. The cactus was more difficult to remove, as it was, undeniably, thriving. We made a deal with it–we moved a few pads to ano...