The pond I built in my backyard enjoyed a good run. Fifteen years. But in the end, the raccoons won. The pond is no more. So it is with nature in the big city. The grief is almost gone. But it lingers. Let me explain.
Over the years, my backyard garden has mirrored the evolution in my ecological understanding. When I moved into my historic Pullman worker’s cottage more than twenty years ago, the postage stamp-sized backyard was well-tended turfgrass bordered by a few day lilies, a couple of hostas, a spindly rose bush and a very healthy clematis.
Source: Eden Lost