This morning, as I was working in the rose bed by the street, one of my neighbors stopped on his walk and said to me, in a delightful British accent, "This is a very English garden." I almost swooned from his words because that is a compliment of the highest order in my world. He asked if that were what I was hoping to achieve and I assured him that it was, and thanked him for making my day (shoot, my week/month/year) with that remark. He stopped again on his way back home and he told me that the garden reminded him of those in Sussex, which made me swoon again. We chatted for a few minutes, then he went on his way and I went back to cleaning out the remains of spring from that bed with a happy heart.
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