In our back yard back in the day.

Note the panax hedge in the background, which separated our yard from our neighbors. It was highly permeable, and I remember going back and forth through it all the time. Neighbors obviously didn’t mind, and I remember thinking how cool it was to cross the boundary and check out the other side, which was somewhat the same but different.

Today the hedges have been replace by walls built by later generations of neighbors over my mother’s opposition.

Late in life, she complained about how all the walls have transformed Kahala. She was right.

In the backyard garden.