From my study window, I can see everyone who walks along our street [cue maniacal laughter]. The room has an L-shaped window, so I can watch walkers as they pass several houses either side of me. Unfortunately for my thesis writing, I seem to spend an inordinate amount of time looking out the window.
I’ve just seen a young man walking past the house across the road. It has a white picket fence, behind which is a beautiful array of old, multicoloured roses.
He stopped, put his bag down, and smelled the roses. Then he picked up his bag and kept going.
Somehow I don’t think that anyone will ever stop to enjoy a pebble garden with cordylines.