I lived in an old house on N 19th (Fairmont) for two years as a single woman with two large dogs. There was a murder on my street in the second year and Joe Morrissey knocked on my door once. The trash on the streets was frustrating. But the drug dealers next door brought me my package when it was delivered to the wrong house. I made a point of speaking to my older neighbors who were all nice. I only went to the community grocery store once but it made me sad :/

On summer nights I would sit on my porch and watch the bats flying between the street lights.

Because my anxiety prevents me from believing I have worthwhile information to share :)

Two years ago I planted one 4in pot and watered it a handful of times before midsummer. By the end of the season it was a nice 3ft shrub with yellow flowers. I left it alone and the next year there were hundreds (thousands?) of little green shoots all over my yard. The previous year I had put down cardboard and mulch to kill the grass so there wasn't much else there. I eventually gave up fighting because I'm a lazy gardener and many of those shoots became 6ft tall plants with yellow flowers. My irises didn't bloom because they blocked out the sun. Lesson learned.

Just fyi, evening primrose thrives on neglect, do not recommend for a small garden plot. Ask me how I know.