Right outside my building is a gorgeous nursery. Every morning they set up all the plants, and every night it all gets packed away again. There’s this lovely, quirky way that the plants are displayed. Nothing goes to waste, old cans with a hole punched in the bottom will suffice for pots.
It’s all in full colour too, being Spring and all. It’s just a beautiful to thing to see every time I step out of my building. Except Sundays, of course. If only I could stay, buy an apartment with a big balcony, and buy up half this nursery to my heart’s content. Ah well, you can have what you want in this world, but sometimes you might have to wait a little bit for it.