When I saw these beautiful Victorian style doors on Fandango’s Numbers Game post, I just knew I had a story to tell.
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When I first approached Golden Gate Park’s Conservatory of Flowers, I immediately felt it had been waiting for me. Worn though they were, those wise Victorian Era glassed doors, welcomed me with a warm glimmer of their old world charm.
The gardens were overgrown, and the pathways were eerily quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves. But as I got to work- pruning here, planting there- I started to feel like I was tuning in to the Conservatory’s unique rhythm. It was as if the place had a soul, and with each passing day, I grew to understand it a little better.
I even left little notes that I hoped would resonate with visitors. I’ll never forget the first one I wrote, “Kindness grows where warmth meets the heart.” Watching people pause to read it, maybe even smile, was deeply fulfilling. It made me realize the Conservatory wasn’t just about the plants- it was a space where people could find a sense of belonging, too.
Several times over the years, developers came with big plans that could’ve uprooted everything. Those were tough moments, but the community always stepped up. Together, we stood our ground and protected the space. It was incredible to see how much people cared, and it reminded me of the power of collective efforts.
Over time, the Conservatory transformed, and so did I. Everything we achieved together was thanks to the countless hands and hearts that joined in along the way.
When I finally decided it was time to move on, I left one last note, “Every bloom has its time, and every gardener their season.” I’d given it all I had, and I knew the Conservatory was in good hands. It wasn’t just mine anymore- it was part of the community it had nurtured, and I knew in their caring hands it would continue to thrive.
This is my contribution to Dan’s Thursday Doors.

Very nice
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Thank you!
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My pleasure
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Awww🥹 how lovely Violet. 🙏🏻❤️🔥 Brava
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Thank you, JAM.
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It’s so amazing, Violet, … the depth of soul and attachment described, … you had a story to tell from that photograph, and my word you told it, … I love this, … it spoke to me too 💫
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I wanted to say something about the power of people coming together and this gave me the opportunity to do so. Thank you, Penn
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Lovely Violet.
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Thank you, Maggie.
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Always my pleasure Violet.
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I love this feel good story Violet
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Thank you Sadje. The power of pulling together!
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Indeed my friend. 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼
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I love this story, Violet. I visited this conservatory in the late 70s while vacationing in San Francisco. I’m glad to see it has been and remains in good hands.
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Thank you, Dan. It just looked like a good place to center a story.
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A wonderfully heartwarming story, Violet … 📘💕🌏
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Thank you, Ivor. I found I had a lot of uplifting stories in my writing this week!
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I think we go through our different personal moods and our poems seem to follow suit 📖😍
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A wonderful story and there are people like the gardener have gentle and positive effects on the community 💜🤔
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I think they are just naturally nurturing people. Thanks, Willow.
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Yes I agree 💜💜
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It’s sort of like this WordPress thing, no?
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Anything that unites people these days is a good thing- so yeah- I guess it is.
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I wrote a note and left it at the Conservatory which said. “My love grows where my Rosemarie goes”, but nobody read it.
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Yes they did! I had no idea what they were talking about when folks just started asking me where Rosemary went.
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Thanks for making me smile, Violet.
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A great story, Violet, and a fitting tribute to a marvelous building in the heart of Golden Gate Park.
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Thank you, Fandango. It just looks like such a beautiful place, and I just knew walking through those doors would have a nurturing effect.
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Violet, this is charming. And I absolutely love the entrance to that building. Where else could it be but San Francisco? Sigh… Have a good weekend. Hugs.
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Thank you, Teagan you too 🙂
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Beautifully written, it also reminds me that every story can have a new chapter and ending
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Thank you, Rojie.
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What a beautiful story, Violet!
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Thank you, Brenda.
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A building gets its life from the people who nurture it. (K)
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Yes, it does. Thank you, K
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Absolutely lovely, Violet! 💞💞💞 I hope the gardener found a new oasis to nurture, wherever they ended up. 💞
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I think some people are born nurturers- so I am guessing they did.
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