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For thirty-five years my husband and I have tended our front garden with such gratitude. As a young couple many years ago, our front yard soil could not grow lawn. We would scatter seeds and watch the water run down to the sidewalk and nothing would grow. We decided 35 years ago to create a habitat for birds, bees and butterflies. We live in an urban neighborhood, just 20 minutes from the Los Angeles airport. Our life has been blessed. Our garden holds in it's soil our history; Amaryllis bulbs and hydrangeas from my grandfather's fields in the 1930's, lilies from my mother-in-laws garden in the 1950's now gone, an 80 year old Camellia bush that belonged to my husband's grandmother. Each plant blooms every year and reminds me of life's perfect rhythm and cycles. Our Bottlebrush bush brings the hummingbird families each pre-spring and they nest right in front of our front picture window...a perfect view with our morning coffee. The bees come and feast on our rosemary bush that belonged to my mother and the butterflies feed on the nectar of my aunt Molly's favorite, St. John Firecracker blossoms. We tend to our garden daily. We weed and poke and water. Sometimes we are surprised and a long forgotten seedling we planted when our boys were small, finds it's way out from the years of benign neglect...I am reminded daily of life's perfection in the beginnings, endings and promises that our garden teaches us if we take the time to stop and listen. "I will sing to the Lord all my life; as ling as I live I will sing praises to my God. May he be pleased with my song, for my gladness comes from him." psalm 104