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For seven years Tecumseh and I lived in a house at the end of a
long driveway. It was small, only about 375 square feet, but the
rent was cheap and it was all we needed. We spent so much time
in southern Utah and in the mountains that it hardly seemed to
matter how big our house was. And what our house lacked in size
it made up for in the space outside, which we shared only with
the couple who lived across the driveway. Our landlord owned the
entire field, so we had all that property to ourselves. Our
little lawns spread directly behind our houses, but beyond that
the grasses grew wild as seen in this photo. Besides apple trees
we also had plum trees, and at the end of the season eating
juicy plums ripe off the tree was a delightful experience to
forever imbed into your favorite memories. I also imported wild
blackberries from another yard all the way across the valley
where I had seen them growing. They were of the variety that
grew wild in the forests of Pennsylvania. Smaller and more
flavorful than the blackberries that grew wild in Washington
state, which were sweeter but milder. I captured a lot of
impressive photos right here my backyard, my renderings of
butterflies, bees, flowers, dew on the grass, plum bossoms
covered with snow, and even Tecumseh sitting on a stump and
howling. But it wouldn't last forever, my landlord eventually
sold the property to a developer who turned the entire field
into condominiums while I was finally pushed into buying my own
house, one that would soon grow blackberries and plums in the
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