The property line on one side of my yard runs along my driveway. The flowers and shrubs that my neighbor planted along my driveway are frequently mistaken as mine. I enjoy them, even the screaming pink azalea. There are daffodils in the spring followed by hostas and a hydrangea that is a deep purple. For some reason, I have managed to live in my house for 13 years and never notice the wonderful fall colors of the hydrangea. The purple becomes blue and rose.
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