This sweet little garden in Manhattan’s Lower East Side seemed to require a lot of signs–although the most popular garden sign in New York, one that I saw placed above tiny, two-foot long strips of tulips or pansies that barely qualify as a garden, usually involved a warning about dogs. The most straightforward was, “Your Dog’s Urine Stinks.”
Reminds me of something my dad did once: he was outside watering the garden and a woman walked by with her dog. The dog stopped to pee on the violas he had planted along the sidewalk. The woman looked totally unconcerned, as if anyone would treasure her furry companion’s contributions to the landscape.