Aladdin's Nursery
Aladin's Nursery is a place my father frequented  for his roses. I was very young then about 4 or 5, it was the early sixties. I remember it being somewhat dark and shady inside, the sound of fountains filling the air.  And also the smell of mulch and wet dirt. It was a bit of a wonderland for me. Like my own private little jungle. I was free to explore while Dad shopped. I ran and jumped and put my fingers in all the fountains. It was a place I loved to go with Dad and looked forward to the roses every year.