




Years ago, maybe 20 years ago, when we lived in Wyoming Michigan on Charlesgate Ave, I decided that I wanted my backyard to be like a 'secret garden'. I wanted a lot of flowers. So I planted a lot of wildflowers. I mentioned that I wanted to have a path to go to the upper level of our yard. I came home one day and found my son, Denny, digging the path. So I went to the store and got stepping stones. He even made steps for me. The yard was starting to look beautiful. Then we decided to buy into Sandy Pines so I had no time to work on my garden. Here are pictures of the bottom level of the yard.
1 comment:
Wow! I don't even have grass in my back yard! You did a awesome job!
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