Continuing our theme of trying out some new adventures, we ventured into the secret oasis of green called the Arboretum. I hadn't been there since I was about your age. This park is just on the eastern side of town and full of secret gardens and, as the name suggests, loads of trees. Schuyler was pretty convinced this was where fairies lived (and almost convinced us). We swung on the hanging roots of the indian laurel trees just as Uncle Will and I did when we were your age. We explored, kicked balls around, and drank in the beauty of a park in winter.
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