Right at the corner of Stanyan Street and Fulton Street, just inside the boundary of Golden Gate Park, lives a modestly sized, brightly colored and well-maintained bed of flowers.

The rest of the park is being watered less these days because of the drought, and I’d always wondered who attends to this anomaly; the little oasis of color that I see almost every day.

Today I met her: Kathleen, a lovely older lady with a scruffy little dog keeping an eye on things. She lives just across the road from the park, and was very appreciative of me thanking her for her time and effort. 

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Update: Kathleen passed away in 2018. She left an incredible legacy.