Brick walkways are all through these pretty, formal gardens.
Another childhood memory is the Prescott Park garden that was right beside my grandmother's house when I was a little girl.
We loved to walk through them, and she always sat on one of the benches and would allow us to "smell" the flowers as much as we wished.
Most of the flowers have always been annuals, and they sure have changed the varieties since I was little.
No more Petunias and Marigolds.
These days there are mostly Impatiens - they are of every color one could wish for.
But the trees and the fountains have stayed the same.
I have more photos of them and when we get to the right letters, I will share then with you.
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