Sharing a Happy
This is the lot we've have found for our next garden endeavor. It's right next to an interstate. We intend to plant fruit trees and flowers, though there are already sweet peas, maypop, and lots of Dutch clover (I found a 4-leaf). It's small so probably not more than a dozen trees 15 feet apart can be squeezed in, which means we must never skip pruning. Must plant around the limestone foundations of one and a half houses. The other half of the one house foundation is on the highway side of the fence in the photo. There are some slabs of concrete, but there is some small chance we can get them out.
Today, standing at the overgrown back corner of the triangular lot, I looked over the fence at a pile of concrete rubble covered with fox grapes vines, and I heard a peculiar sound, small but constant. At first I thought it sounded like trickling water, then like a cheap old transistor radio, then like a lot of baby birds! I looked just a little closer to see if someone were camping under the thick vines and had left a radio on. My phone rang. It was my sister who suggested it could be bats which have found roosts among the rubble....Well we shall see....Too bad my rabies vaccine effectiveness expired last summer.
The neighborhood is called Carondolet and is one of the first areas where Europeans lived on this side of the Mississippi. Every here and there, one can see a small home that was unmistakably French built. It is where Dred Scott lived. One cool modern thing is that the city compost site is just a few blocks away. (Free compost for the hauling!). I think dtrammel wrote a story that centered on a building (on Broadway, David?) in the neighborhood.
Oh, see that dip in the vegetation on the fence? That is where a car came flying off the interstate and crashed into the house that had been here. The house was irreparable. That's why there is now a vacant lot.
Right now, I'm just calling the lot "Wilmington," for the street it is on. "Should we go over to Wilmington?" "Leave the loppers in the trunk; we'll need them at Wilmington tomorrow." That feels awkward to me. I hope we think of some way to refer to it that feels more natural to us.