Yesterday I spent the day in the yard — mowing, trimming, edging, raking, hosing — and it suddenly occurred to me: my little piece of California is something like 3,000 square feet, a miniscule fraction of an acre. And yet, on this little piece of land in the middle of the third largest city in California, there are a whopping seven trees.
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