Hatrick, Mine are in serious full sun. The Hopi CMs are next to the southern side of the house. They have some tall oaks to the east of them so they get sort of dappled morning sun. By 9:00 am or so in the summer, they get full sun from then until around 6:00 - 7:00 pm. Certainly being near the house, helps with the heat but I have another Hopi next to the driveway that blooms just as well and it gets roughly the same amount of sun. Of course, the driveway may have the same heat effect as the house but my gut instinct is that it doesn't matter for this particular cultivar. It's the one variety that I would try in this part of the country before any other one. If it doesn't bloom well, then you have no chance with any other variety. My Acoma is blocked by the house from getting sun until 11:00 am or so but it's in sun the rest of the day. The Red Rocket gets sun most of the day. It's blocked from getting sun at the very end of the day by a birch tree next to it. It is also next to the driveway but it's not a great bloomer. It's a good grower, though. It puts on a stellar show every fall, too.

I've still been wondering about this and decided to search for the terms and read them carefully. You can find the Member Agreement without going through the membership process. Here are a couple of things I found that will keep me from joining. "Nextdoor may offer similar accounts to businesses, nonprofits, and other organizations. These accounts do not have access to neighborhood discussions or to messages between neighbor members. You can make choices about receiving messages from organizations at (link omitted). Nextdoor provides organizational members with some aggregated statistics about neighborhood activity and size." AKA unwanted advertising. "Preferences. By default, we subscribe you to messages both for your neighborhood and nearby neighborhoods. You can customize your neighborhood subscriptions at (link omitted)." What I don't like about this is that other neighborhoods will be subscribed to MY neighborhood, and after seeing the huge area assigned to my neighborhood, I can only imagine the number of people then subscribed. Might as well just put the whole town in and be done with it. "Content. You retain all ownership rights to the text, photos, video and other content you submit to Nextdoor (collectively, your “Content”). You give us permission, in the form of a nonexclusive worldwide license, to use, copy, and publish your Content as described in our privacy policy." So I own the rights to my photos but nextdoor.com can do anything they want with those photos, including publishing them as their own. No thanks. From the included Privacy Policy: "Verification as a Resident Of Your Neighborhood. Nextdoor requires members to verify their status as real-world residential neighbors.....by...(1) having a neighbor who already has a verified account....confirm your address, (2) (2) submitting your name and street address (and email address....and then providing us (or a third-party service provider directly) with additional authenticating information....such as a unique code....(or)....we may allow you to use a credit card number or the last four digits of your social security number. .... To help with verification, we may share or confirm your verification information with our service providers. ... We may retain your verification-related information for a reasonable period of time (further down it says 'as long as necessary') even if you do not complete all verification steps." "Facebook Connect. If you register for Nextdoor using your Facebook account, we automatically request your email address and publicly available information, including your account ID, name and gender as well as public information about your Facebook friends. If you revisit Nextdoor while logged into Facebook, we’ll automatically log you into your Nextdoor account. If you don’t register for Nextdoor using Facebook but later attempt to log into Nextdoor using your Facebook credentials, we’ll connect your Facebook and Nextdoor accounts and request the information from Facebook as if you were newly registering. ... If you register or log in via Facebook, we may give you the option to invite your Facebook friends to Nextdoor. Those friends will see some information about you along with your invitation." Great. So every friend, even those I really don't know, on my Facebook page will see my neighborhood if not my exact address. There is a lot about collecting information and sharing it with 3rd parties, their expanding corporate family, and even google. This maybe the scariest part of their privacy policy: "Export of Data (Non-U.S. Residents). By using the Services, you authorize Nextdoor to use your information in the United States and other countries where Nextdoor operates. Please be aware that the privacy protections and the rights of authorities to access your personal information in some of these countries may not be equivalent to those in your country."

Wow, some of these take me back! And make me question ... :? It always irritated my Dad when we measured distance by time. "How far is it to Charlotte?" "About three hours". "I didn't ask how many hours, how far is it?" "Well I have no idea how far it is in meters, but I know it takes about three hours to get there!" (Dad was a stickler for accuracy.) Growing up in NE Ohio, we had pop, and chipped-chopped ham, and shopping carts. My mother would say "outten" the lights. Living way out in the burbs, we went "into" town, unless we went all the way to where the tall buildings were, then we were downtown. Curious about THE Puget Sound. We sail, and everyone we connect with says things like The Chesapeake and The Neuse. Maybe because the bay/river is left off? If I said I was going to Chesapeake, that's a town in VA.

Wow, what a wonderful thread. I've enjoyed reading all the posts. Brings back a lot of memories. Until I was 10yo, we lived on a city block with mostly elderly next door neighbors on our block. Two years before I was born, my parents bought a condemned house and remodeled. It became known as the white house with double (navy) blue front doors. Mrs Perry lived in the big house on the corner with tall ceilings and neat staircase. I never got to go upstairs. I would love to go back inside the house today for a look around. She had Mrs Smith take care of her and I would often go visit with her. Mrs Perry was a frail lady in her 90s. Mrs Smith would brush her waist long grey hair and put in a bun. Mrs Perry had a small house in her backyard where her housekeeper/cook lived. I remember going to see her when she was dying. I wouldn't see her much when I was inside the house, but her little house was next to our alley driveway and backyard, so I would talk to her over the fence when she was hanging out laundry. One day the house on the far corner had a fire and we walked down to see the firemen. When my dad got home from work, I ran down the alley to see him, fell and got rocks/gravel in my knee. Still have the scars to prove it. LOL On the other side of us was Mr and Mrs Brooks. They didn't have any children and were heavily involved with their church's orphanage (wasn't in our town). Every Christmas and Easter they would buy book or inexpensive dolls for the children. They would hide plastic Easter eggs in our shrubs with nickels and dimes inside, and/or give us book with coins taped to pages. I would go visit them too. Mrs Brooks had glass shelves filled with vases and glass pieces in front of a pair of windows. She would get down the vase that was filled with small green glass marbles (really filler) and I would play with them. I still have one of the green marbles. Their living room was filled with pretty, but uncomfortable, Victorian furniture. They had a lovely backyard, and Mom often took our photos there. I remember when Mr Brooks was dying we went to say goodbye. We had moved by then. When Mrs Brooks died, their house was given to their church for the minister to live in. When I was in HS, I got to go to a sleepover at the house. Mrs Sullinger lived next door to the Brooks. She was a nice lady with what I now know to be Parkinson's. Her voice shook and her hand trembled a bit. One day she called for me to come over, she had a surprise for me. She had bought several ducklings and a small kiddie pool. Once they grew, she gave to someone with a pond. There were children close by, and at one point my younger cousins lived two blocks away, and my paternal grandparents just past them. So three from same side of the family on one street. Our grandparents picked us up each Sunday for Sunday school, then my parents would come to church. We always had Sunday dinner at my grandparents house. I had lots of first cousins, but most lived out of town. They came sporadically during the year, but always for Mother's Day and Thanksgiving. For K-2nd I went to a small private school (Mrs Carol's). It was in a house in a neighborhood, near an elementary school. When I was in 3rd grade, we were driven to school each morning by my father on his way to the family's furniture store downtown. We often walked home from school. One of my sister's classmates was hit and killed by a train when he was crossing in front on his bike. Later on, the BIL of our gym teacher was killed. I was working in the office and she brought her much younger BIL into the office to tell him his brother had been killed. We later dated for 3yrs during HS. During my HS years, two other students were killed crossing the tracks. These accidents still scare me, and I always always stop, look and listen when crossing. Even if no lights blinking. We moved to a large English Tudor on 3 acres and I went to public school in the 4th grade. I hated that school and cried almost every day. I was extremely shy. Our neighborhood had one way in/out and at Christmas a "tree" was installed on the raft (barrels with wood decking), floated to the center of lake and secured. The strings of lights were beautiful and reflected in the water. I would sit in the front window upstairs and watch cars as they came to see the neighborhood lights. Nights closer to Christmas by the hundreds. A local gardener that developed the Snowflake Hydrangea had greenhouses across the road from our neighborhood. I always wanted to see inside! I could hear, then run upstairs to see the old train blowing smoke when it came to town each year. My maternal grandmother got all her grandchildren tickets one year and I rode most of the trip with my head hanging out of one car. My face and hair were covered in soot. LOL Lots of kids in the neighborhood. We would play tackle football in our "football field" at our house. We had moss battles at the lake. I loved fishing in the lake with my maternal grandfather. They had a house on the river, then at the beach. He was always fishing. I often went roller skating in the driveway or at the rink. Later ice skating each weekend when one was built about 30 minutes away. My mother's brother was in the Navy, and his wife/four children lived with my grandmother when he was in Vietnam. He was Commander of a ship during that time, and a b/w photo of it and him in his uniform always hung in their back hallway. From 5th thru 12th, I went to a small private school my parents helped open. It was small and everyone knew everyone. It was great. My parents grew up with horses, and we bought one that first year. Shortly thereafter, we found out she was expecting. Best BOGO ever! We kept her at a local barn, but after she gave birth there was trouble with a few other horses, so we moved her to the pasture of a lady that worked at the furniture store. I was (mostly) glad when the bull went to slaughter. I joined band in 7th grade when they hired the cutest band director. Played flute and piccolo, and twirled rifle. So lots of HS football games in my past. I missed band so much after HS that I joined the Army Reserve unit and was in the Army Band there for 2yrs before transferring to the MAC (same location). My dad was in the MAC for almost 40yrs. In JH, my girl friends and I would walk or bike miles a day, camped outside without tents, went swimming in the lake or at a club they belonged to. My sister and I wanted a pool, but our dad built an apartment complex near our house and it had a pool, so we went swimming there. I also enjoyed playing tennis at the park and was on the tennis team one year in JH. I spent many hours at the family furniture store, and later another store my dad opened when I was 16yo. Everyone that worked there was family to us. Miss Mary started working for my grandfather at 16yo, and she worked for my uncle until she retired. DH and I went to her funeral with my parents. It was lovely to see her family members we had not seen in decades. She never married or had children, but she loved her nieces and nephews. My grandfather was already a senior when I was born. He would drive to the store each day, sit at his desk reading his Bible. Then go home for lunch, and take his afternoon nap. He died just shy of 99yo. I have two of his hats, and two of my maternal grandfather's hanging in our house. I was close to all of my grandparents and miss them all. Gosh, that was long, but I sure enjoyed revisiting my past I am going to copy/paste, add to it, and email to our children. Thank you for sharing your memories. I truly enjoyed reading them.