Once upon a time we lived in South Africa in a quiet cul-de-sac. It was a new development so there weren’t any high walls just see through fences. No shrubs and large trees as yet, everything was open and we often met and socialised with the neighbours. In the gardens there were many colourful annuals and bi-annuals on display, with a preponderance of phlox. Hence our pet name for our street. If you get the reference I’ve just aged myself.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Cul-de-Sac