It is the yellow one, you cannot miss it

I was lost on a one way street in East Austin on a Saturday afternoon, trying to find a house I had only seen on a map. A man watering his front garden walked over, told me where to turn, then went back to his hose and said, it is the yellow one, you cannot miss it. It was yellow. I could have missed it. I did not, because of him. I have since driven back past his garden four times. The hose is always going. The garden is, I would say, thriving.