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