When we lived in Gardena I longed for a pool. During the summers we spent in apartments in Florida and Colorado (my father worked in both places) we would go swimming every day. Now at John Street we had our very own 30-foot 8-foot deep kidney shaped pool, and a year or so later my parents bought a slide.
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| Overlooking the pool |
This, not so much. (That was the work of one squirrel last summer. I did get quite good at gathering the stuff using surgical gloves; otherwise the pitch got all over your hands and stayed for days!)
Back to the morning glories:
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