On Drexel Boulevard there is a large house surrounded by several tall chain link fences. In the midst of clutter, someone seems to be using the front yard for mysterious horticulture experiments. There are large planters and a small forest of young pines surrounded by dense orange mulch.
Indeed the owner seems to have a thing for orange. The fences and balconies of the house are marked by large orange painted disks of unknown origin hanging from most vertical surfaces.
Even the carriage house by the alley has a high chain link fence to display its polka dots, like proud trophies of some bygone color scavenging adventure.
