Sequestered in an uncomplicated neighborhood bordered by commuter rail lines, I find myself focusing on the messy spaces where property lines meet. Closest is a knot and tangle about 15 by 10 behind our chicken coop. While I search for black walnuts, curious about the trash I find, I am glad the trees remain neglected, free to grow any which way. At the end of the street there is more natural chaos abutting the berm for the railroad. This is where people throw their yard waste. Rabbits and deer hide in thickets made impenetrable by the cuttings and leaf debris. At night coyotes sometimes run up the line, hunting for food. You really don't have to go far to find a little bit of wild. You just have to look for it.