March to the Beat of a Different Drummer

This is a doorway at an upscale apartment building along my bike route called "The Myrtles."  The complex is an arrangement of sided units interspersed with brick fronts.  I like it, because it breakes up that everlasting sameness of most large complexes.

Now two doors down, there is a resident I'd really like to meet.  She (I think of her as a "she" although I have no diea of her gender) has transformed her tiny front porch area into a little urban Eden.

Over to the right, if you look carefully, you can see the cheesecloth covering some type of fruit bush from the birds,.  At the front and center is a sunflower.

Lush green plantings off to the left-hand side with yellow lillies starting to bloom in the heat. I have no idea who this person is, but just by looking at her front door, I know that i'd like to be her friend.  She must be an avid gardener, making the city greener just outside her front door.  As they tell you in military life, bloom where you're planted, baby.

She lives along a busy street downtown.  Every time I bike on by, I think of sitting in my grandmother's breakfast nook and looking at a sentimental old painting with the words:

Let me live my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
Sam Walter Foss

Thank you my unknown friend for the beauty I enjoy at your hands every day.