I have a young family for neighbours one side and a very established retired couple the other.  I am sandwiched inbetween as a someone who cannot exactly be pigeon holed, it seems.  The young daughter from the former was very impressed when I thanked her for asking after my health, reassuring her that I had now got over the operation I’d had some time ago and was happily resting and recouperating in my garden.  This set another thread of intrique in her very observant mind.  Little missy wanted to know what all the plants in my garden were because when she looked over the fence from her bedroom window, I have much more colour then her garden.  She said her parents didn’t know anything about gardening.  I assued her that this comes with age and in the meantime her parents could engage a garden designer to help them achieve the same greatness!