My Neighbor Thought Ruining My Lawn Was No Big Deal, Then the Next Morning Taught Him Otherwise

My husband planted the garden in the summer of 1997.

He did not ask me whether I wanted a garden. He simply came home one Saturday with a truck bed full of topsoil and a flat of red and yellow flowers and a plan he had been working on for weeks, which I could tell from the way he unloaded everything with the efficiency of someone who knows exactly where each thing is going.