At her house on the corner by the park, Lupe constructed a narrow, brick path from the street to her back yard. It curves around a small, brick embankment that creates a narrow terrace between the house and the street. On the terrace, she has planted a beautiful English cottage garden, now in Spring a disorderly profusion of colorful roses, lilies, irises, and other flowers. The path is a lovely, shaded invitation to step up to their side gate to view the yard and the park beyond. I would walk quietly, not to avoid being intrusive, but because the path invites silent pleasure. Lupe has given her neighbors a gift, an architectural surprise, a suburban peek-a-boo.
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