Rhubarb and Clematis, or Maybe Honeysuckle
There wasn't anything special about the back yard at 818.
But 818 is the place where I spent the bulk of my childhood, so it's a place I often go on trips down memory lane....
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(My childhood back yard: a home-grown vegetable that's only partly toxic, snapdragons, flowers whose names are lost to memory; and remembering priorities.)
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