It’s that time of year when I wish very much that I had a garden. Not that I have time for gardening, but it would be pleasant on a summer’s day to sit outside, sipping a cool beverage, admiring the blooms.
Poirot once said,
The people who come to hotels are like a flock of sheep. It is customary to sit on the terrace overlooking the bay—eh bien, so everyone sits on the terrace. Only I who am an original sit overlooking the garden.
from Peril at End House
Now, after reading that quote, one might think that Poirot loved gardens, too. Hah! I suspect it was not so much the garden that he loved, but rather the sea that he hated!