I don’t have a real garden. Living in a townhouse with a postage-stamp backyard, which gets very little direct sun, space is limited. And face it, gardening just hasn’t climbed up to the top of my priority list.
I do love other people’s beautiful gardens, though.
Years ago, I thought writing was for other people, not for me. So perhaps gardening will become a creative passion later in life.
Or not. You never know. In the meantime, I’ll stop and smell (other people’s) roses whenever I get the chance.