What Is This World If Full of Care...

...we have no time to stand and stare.

That poem has appealed to me for the longest time.  I interpret it to mean slow down and notice things.

The other day I went for a walk to take a look at a yard I've whizzed by so many times in the car.  The sign on the gate has always made me smile...

They seem to grow lawnmowers here - this one is coming along nicely.

Note how the garden ornaments are having a little kip before getting back the the onerous task of standing about looking decorative.