Where I Lived Wednesday: Treat Street
We had two cats when we lived in the Mission District of San Francisco and then we added ants – so many ants that the inside of the cats’ food dish looked like it was constantly vibrating. I called my landlord and before I could even request pesticide or a blowtorch he said “Well you know, sometimes nature gets in.” Fucking hippie. Puff, puff, give. Of course he was right – I say now, halfway across the country and ten years later – for the backyard was truly a natural wonderland.
The fully mature meyer lemon tree:
The lilacs over the hot tub:
The koi pond and the palm:
California bounty right off the back patio of our Edwardian flat. There were also tomatillos – so many tomatillos they rivaled the ants. And how did I make the most of our Treat Street wonderland?
Puff, puff, give. Fucking asshole.