There is a large brownstone near our house with a nice front garden. From the time BB was little, he has always made us stop here on our walks around the neighborhood, ambling along the small pathway in the garden. Now DD is the same way, asking to stop here at least half the time we pass it. In the winter he picks the red berries and throws them one by one. They look for the perfect stick, search for insects, inquire about flowers and hide from us in the plants and trees.
It's funny because in the suburbs one would never think of playing in a neighbor's front yard without permission. But here in the city, everything seems like public space. The people who live in the brownstone have never complained about our boys enjoying their garden in the five and a half years we've been here. It's lovely.
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