Every yard is a story. I can pick up their personalities: Some are tidy, clean cut bushes, well maintained grass, stepping stones specially designed into certain shape; some are naturalist, bushes thriving into a little jungle, yet you can see the layers and how they each manage to get the sunshine; some are free style, jumpy beds, children ‘s bikes spread out, as if they just stepped away, coming back at any moment; some are cozy comfort chasers, a well positioned pavilion with wrapped lights, nice and shiny, I can just picture having a cup of morning coffee, or a sunset drink under the lights.
We shape our home, then our home shapes us; like the river carves the canyon, but the canyon also directs the river.