When I walk up to the bus stop I just stop and admire this garden.
Once, the old man who probably tends it came out of the door and I told him how I always stop and look at his plants I can never forget the smile and the thanks he gave me like he looked more motivated to do it all the time. I expressed my enjoyment in watching the day to day growth and eventual blossoming of the flowers.
He plants different types of flowering plants and changes them 3 x a year I think.
I wonder if I will ever have the time to do this. In my retirement perhaps...I have a lot of gardening books and magazines.
