Last week we took in the harvest from the four boxes on the boulevard. Each year we start with good intentions, my boys and I, planting carrots, beets, sunflowers, pumpkin, and the like. Throughout the summer, though, other projects become more exciting -- planning for family reunions, fixing the tandem bicycle, washing the dog, packing for a kayaking trip. The little garden on the boulevard is neglected, lacks water. The carrots go to seed, the sunflower falls into the pathway, the pumpkin leaves are mouldy. My neighbours look disapprovingly at our boulevard ornamentation -- pausing on their way by to cast a chastising look at my boys and I and our toy-strewn front lawn.