Try walkin in my shoes
I took a job at White Rose, a local gardening/nursery store, one summer during university. All these people buying plants got me excited and I decided to try my hand at gardening. I planted some supposedly black irises in our yard. I ran off back to school in Guelph before I ever saw my babies bloom. Since it is a perennial, I should have seen it the next year. However I missed it again because it had a small window of bloom and I didn't make it back home in time. This went on for a few years. Here now is an official picture of my irises. :D Not so black, eh?
One of them strayed away from the rest. See that fence in the distance? It is a symbol of the animosity between our neighbours and theirs. Luckily, we get along just peachy!
I got kinda trigger happy with my photo camera on my walk home that day.
This one has a funny story. Normally I turn down that street and walk through the alley behind the apartment buildings to get home. It is hard to resist cutting across the grass. Do you see the very light now filled-in trail in the grass that goes directly into the tree? Well, that is the path that had become well worn into the grass by a generation of locals cutting across. I know I felt guilty every time I cut through there myself. Anyways, there was one day that I was on the way home and was nearing that stop and was debating whether to cut through or not and bam! There's a tree right in the middle of the path. I started laughing thinking "Wow, that was an effective way for the landlord to keep people off the grass!" Now this picture has been taken a few months later and look, everyone adjusted and found a new route around it. Poor landlord, he just can't win! heh.
And this is the alley way behind the apartments. Eight or nine years ago, if you were lucky, you might see a cute little old Italian lady with silver hair in a handkerchief stooped over with a garbage bag in one hand and a sickle (I shit you not) in the other, cutting grass to bring home to feed our rabbits. That was my grandmother.. and it was the cutest/disturbing site to see!
Aaaand this is the corner in the alley where one time I was walking home from school (in high school) and some guy was standing there with his dong in his hand. I was walking along, minding my own business, singing Madonna's "Lucky Star" to myself and happened to glance over and saw a guy standing there and thought nothing of it. Then I noticed what was in his hands and went "Eep" and just kept on walking! :|