Downstairs

Somehow every time I see flowers in the downstairs front yard I feel greeted by my old neighbour who passed away some years ago. After she was gone the garden was stripped of everything. Stubbornly some of her flowers come back. The previous tenants put in slabs of stone in the front yard as you can possibly see in the extra photo. Even though it's more green and you can hardly see the slabs. That's what neglect does. I don't mind. I'll take green over tiles any day. And I gladly say hello to the flowers whenever they surface.