The raspberry bush – raspberries are still my favourite fruit, and free fresh outdoor food was such a rarity in my childhood life.
The picnic table and benches that were also a swing; there must be a name for what that thing was.
Rhubarb along the back garden in front of the grey concrete that was their neighbours’ garage. My grandparents’ garage, and how big and ugly it was.
The 40th anniversary party with tons of little sandwiches and speeches, everyone in pastels.
Climbing the short fence that my grandparents and the people who lived next door must have agreed would keep people out of their backyards, climbing it over and over because it was easy and satisfying.
The porch in the front of the house and how the backdoor led to a strange and tiny middle place between the main floor and the basement. There was a strange logic to that house and yard, but I can’t remember it exactly; I don't think I want to.
