Our story so far: As we coasted down the side of the mountain that was finishing the floors at the old Methodist Church we were turning into a residence, we admired the perennials left behind by the church gardeners.
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Meanwhile, the annuals Tyler planted in the old church sign flourished even as I let the sign itself languish. His marigolds and purple salvia looked like well-dressed Hollywood ingenues in front of the marquee that I hadn’t updated since the Fourth of July.
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Tomorrow: Check out what replaced the red velvet curtain. See it here.
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