How many of you will stop and talk to people about..

Zany- You just reminded me-- thank you-- that in my little barrio urban farm's front yard just how important it is to just smile.

I get so frustrated at times with all of the garbage and gang graffitti and kids launching themselves over our back fence to see 'the farm' that I forgot that most people in my street are happy to see our efforts.

Thanks.

daisyavenue, I lived on Cherry in Signal Hill many years ago and people there are really no different than here in the sticks. They will respond to a friendly smile and a greeting. The hard part is learning to actually looking at people and not past or through them.

Osteole, I think you were the one who said you lived in the sticks, or some such remark. Anyway I live 4 miles from our small town, and my house is sort of visible from the road, but only the trees and house, and people can't drive by. The lane just goes to my house and then whoever is here has to turn around, so I don't get passersby. I do have one or two groups of people, senior citizens, garden clubbers etc. her a couple of times a year to see my garden. I love having people visit. Donna

Oh, gracious. There isn't much to keep me from approaching anyone about gardening. I have met such delightful people in the process. Yes, I'll talk to folks in their yards, knock on their doors, leave them notes - anything to share this love I have for anything that grows. I'll even talk to people about their neighbor's yards. :)

For those of you who are a bit shy... look at it this way. Very few people who garden are unfriendly, so take a chance, warm up your smile and offer a sincere compliment. It's nearly impossible for a person to refuse a kind, gracious word. Even if you are rebuffed, think of this: you've lost nothing by being polite. Only by approaching someone can you ever know who they are or what they might have in common with you. If you never say anything, you'll never know what you might have missed.

Very well said Smiln32.

~TC

The garden I had in the old house we moved from about 3 years ago was flanked by the driveway and the street. It was beautiful I worked on it for over 50 years but I always moaned about its location since I thought a garden should have private placa where one could communicate with nature in silence. On the other hand, I was terribly pleased when cars stopped by and complemented me for its beauty, even delivery men asked the name of certain flowers, saying 'I 'll tell my wife to get those'.
Now I live in a house with a very long driveway with one of the garden in the front, very private, only visitors see it but I do miss all the cmpliments.
A few days ago, I saw perennial corn flowers, actually a weed, but the are the most beautiful blue you'd ever see. Where I grew up the grew on the edge of fields of wheat, I have never seen them in New England. In any case the lady who happened to be there was very kind, went to get a shovel tug them up and said, if you have bad luck with them come back and get more.

Aria