our front yard is mostly cement.
two big beautiful trees, a parking sign, assorted trash, endless cigarette butts, sometimes dog shit, and lots and lots of cement.
yesterday we dragged a planter and set it like so.
today i transfered two mini wine barrels from the deck and added plants and flowers and herbs. while planting the azaleas, an older man walked up to me, grabbed my shoulder, flashed a big smile, and yelled "replace the plants! happy new year!"