Sameena-next-door has dispensed with her garden and is putting down a pavement.
I remember how lovingly Nelly-next-door used to tend her flowerbed. I saw her working out there just days- maybe it was just hours- before she died. It makes me wistful.
There'a a house we see on our way into Manchester. It gives straight onto the pavement and the owner (legally or illegally-who knows?) has fenced himself off a tiny plot and filled it with tubs. We see him watering his plants or sitting on the front step enjoying the view.
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Date: 2007-06-03 02:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-03 05:53 pm (UTC):)
I can“t fathom living with a bleak view of the pavement.