When I was younger my mum collected fuschias. She would nip out little cuttings whenever we were out walking and tenderly nurture them to full grown plants.
Our next door neighbour has a fuschia outside her front door which she is only too happy to share. We now "borrow" little tutus of our own to enjoy, although their lives are somewhat less long lived than those of years ago. There is a little magic everywhere is only you're open to it. I know this sounds cheesey, but I've got my rose coloured glasses on right now, and the view is just lovely.