I don’t know who the gardener is, but the house above the strip, absolutely wonderful this year, is for sale. I hope it's not the house of the gardener, but I fear it is.
As I walked by this morning, opera was being played. Was it being played by the gardener(s), I thought. Magical.
This year’s planting are so much more exuberant than they've been Perhaps it's the final "hurrah!"