You step out the back door with your coffee, and there it is again. A flat patch of grass, one faded plastic slide tipped on its side, a tangle of sidewalk chalk dissolving in last week’s rain, and three kids inside on tablets because the yard, honestly, looks boring. The yard isn’t broken. It just…
You step outside with your coffee, settle into the one chair you own, and there they are. The upstairs neighbor watering plants on the balcony. The dog walker pausing at the gate. That second-story window across the lot where someone is definitely eating cereal and watching you eat cereal. Your yard isn’t unsafe. It just…
You step out the back door with your iced coffee, and there it is again. A patchy 16 by 20 foot rectangle of grass, one sun-bleached plastic chair, the neighbor’s chain-link fence staring you down, and a mulch corner that washed out two summers ago. The yard isn’t broken. It’s just doing nothing for you….
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