The gifts of the Erb Park neighborhood just keep giving.
Yesterday, we, who can’t always tell an orchid from a weed, enjoyed a genuinely lovely garden walk though the hood. We noshed on Queen Ann’s Lace (did you know it tasted like parsley?), learned about rainwater irrigation techniques, met some talented landscape artists, dug up a couple of potatoes and a giant onion, and decided we’d like to live in the Peterson backyard.
Our neighbors rock, which we’ve always known. Yesterday, we saw their talents take root.
We’d peeked in the yards during previous strolls through the neighborhood, but last night we got the insider’s tour. I’m going to let the photos tell this story of an unassuming neighborhood full of some of the kindest and most talented people we know.