Every morning I cross an overpass and glimpse the Greensboro Shrub Nursery. The shrubs are sectioned off according to type, creating the appearance of a tiny farm, perhaps presided over by Hobbits. I enjoy seeing the activity at the nursery: yesterday, dozens of workers were working among the pots, busy as ants; today the sprinklers were set loose and a lone pickup navigates its way along a puddled road.I am finding that a daily photo blog makes me stop and actually take pictures of scenes like this that I always think would make a good shot, but never get around to taking.
