I noticed during then pandemic that one of the home owners whose property butts up against a trail at a nearby park started putting up flowers. And signs. And a bench. And nice messages for folks who were being emotionally beaten up by the pandemic.
It started with being irritated with a bunch of overgrown poison ivy and a tendency to flood during rain. And it turned into something special. People sent him letters. Park walkers talked to him on days when he was out working on it. Somebody painted his garden, and that hangs in his home office. Somebody wrote him a poem.
But it turns out that land wasn't his land ... so ...
P.S. The picture is my daughter from years ago from, you guessed it, another park. She just got back from Europe. She's a world traveler now!
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