Eyes in the Trees

Walked up to the water tower at the top of McLaren park, and could lookout for miles. On our way back down the hill we met a woman who had grown up in the neighborhood. Her own parents had been born in the neighborhood, and though they bought a succession of houses over the years, they never moved more than 2 blocks further than where they’d started. She also said the park used to have stables and the neighborhood kids were never scared to play in there at night. Her husband was a horticulturist and worked in Golden Gate park for 35 years. He brought home an extra redwood sapling from work one day, and years later its branches grew wider than their lawn.

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