For 25 years that table sat on the edge of falling over. The garden seemed to consolidate itself as the years went on. When I was younger there were giant bushes with yellow flowers and fuckin big aloe plants; in the end there were just those tired rose bushes. Out of frame (to the left) there was an old window air conditioner that constantly dripped onto a planter of purple and white pansy flowers. The water tasted like metal but I kinda liked it when I was a kid. I took this photo a few days before my grandmother died cause I figured I’d never see that place again. I liked the backyard of the house because we would play foursquare there.