Here are several of us, tending our little corner garden, which now features transplanted perennials from five different backyards. It also showcases the handiwork of some pretty tiny hands, including those of two-year-old Cora (not pictured), who kept begging me, "Please find me a worm. I like to hold him."
Alas, there were no worms to be found today, at least in our little garden bed. But there were troops of good neighbors, all doing their part to pick up litter, dig out dandelions, spread mulch, prune hedges, and encourage their little ones to join the effort. We even got a visit from the alderman. And when our cantankerous neighbor Marcelino came out to join the action, then told me I had a certain "vintage homeless" look, well, that took me over the moon.