I keep seeing patches of green on the map of the city, and taking off to see how pretty they are in real life. But the prettiness of the green bits is only half the story, because in a very nineteenth century ideal, I like to include the journey in the overall experience, and if the getting there detracts from the destination, chances are I won't make the trip again.
But I'll be going back to Poot's Woods; there were pretty canal-side houses, flourishing magnolia, secret corners of colour and texture, and the bosjes themselves were lovely to wander around, and just starting to burst into blossom. I'm intrigued to see what it's like once leaf-time is here!
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