It is not really a secret - it is actually in the courtyard of my sister Susan's townhouse up in Fort Collins, Colorado, but you have to admit it is very colorful. One of Susan's major interests - besides pesky dogs - is gardening, and she spends much of the year in the front and back of her house tending to it. She takes after my Grandfather Hoyt, who had wonderful gardens at his house in the South Side Brainerd neighborhood of Chicago. Susan loved to visit my grandparents there, although one time she did fall into the coy pond by accident and was punished by having to stand in the closet for a while, but that is a whole different story.
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