Picture + 100 Words: Get Off My Lawn
We’ve admired that garden from the sidewalk for years. The gravel path. The iron table and chairs. The crepe myrtles. There’s no gate. Just steps leading down to a tidy garden. It appears to be part of a city administration building and so, for the first time, we entered the garden. We admired a hidden bench. We wondered where we could find similar gargoyle sculptures. Then we see the owner. At the door. Puzzled expression on her face. We apologize. Stumble up the stairs. And cannot figure out why, after 5 years, we had decided it was open to the public.