They asked for the pesticide spraying to stop.
They let parts of their gardens grow wild.
Instead of perfect grass, they planted native flowers, clover, lavender, foxgloves, daisies, and herbs.
They left little corners untidy, where insects could hide and feed.
And every now and then, neighbors gathered together for a cheerful bit of communal weeding, tea, and conversation. Before long, the street began to change.
First came the bees, buzzing happily from flower to flower. Then butterflies returned, dancing through the gardens.
Birds followed too, filling the mornings with song once again.










