I have a favourite way to walk to my local supermarket.
My route takes me past a front garden with an archway and giant daisies, a park with oak trees and cherry blossom in the spring, and a house with a golden Labrador and a rambling, flower-filled front yard.
This morning while I walked, I wondered whether the people who planted these gardens would be surprised to know how much I detoured out of my way just to walk past their garden.
I don’t think we’ll ever know the full impact we’ve had on people’s lives. But it makes it worth trying to leave a trail of beauty wherever we go.