One of the things I miss in the city are porches.
They are standard pieces of equipment in older towns and villages on Long Island. An indoor/outdoor extra room to decorate, play on, hang out on. The meeting place of the public and the private.
And I miss black walnut trees. So very messy and ugly and charming.
A porch is a useful place to suspend ghosts from.
|photo courtesy of Robert Schmid|
And speaking of spooky, the green slime on the pond in Heckscher Park is pretty special.