PERRY: Lawn gone — time for Colorado to give up thirsty green front yards
Less green in the front, please. T he amazement of my first jet ride as a kid still lingers, including the thrilling thrust and the shocking realiz...
Less green in the front, please. T he amazement of my first jet ride as a kid still lingers, including the thrilling thrust and the shocking realization that I live in a desert. Back in the 1960s, obsessed with catching a ride, I cajoled my grandmother to drop me off in Colorado Springs at the end of one summer after a season of picking onions and tomatoes in Manzanola. It's part of the Arkansas Valley, where river water spread over thousands of acres of dry land produces world-famous melons, peppers and more.