Crouchers move through a garden at a stoop naming, gasping, horraying, admiring or coveting plants Gapers saunter, smiling or sighing at what they find, succumbing to an intangible beatitude that takes them for a brief escape into another dimension. Both sorts of gardener are besotted both get their hands dirty think and talk gardening but on the threshold of another's garden, each use a different set of whiskers.